depressed, he goes about his day with a smile to act as a disguise
depressed, no one can see the storm swirling inside
depressed, he dances and finds comfort in the laughter of others
depressed, he studies as a distraction from the pain as he closes his eyes and swallows his tears
depressed, he buries his head into his pillows to keep the darkness underneath his eyelids
depressed, I push him into the sunshine not too far ahead
depressed, I caress his cheek and heal his endless scars from time
depressed, I see him.
depressed, he does not see me.
