A Cry of the Depressed

Can you hear me? Do I have a voice? Can you see me? Everyone has a choice. Is anyone there? Above or below? Do you really care? Or do you go with the flow? I spend my mornings weeping. I spend my nights silently crying. With the secrets I am keeping To myself I am lying. I appear to be happy. While always fighting. You tell me I'm sappy But seriously, lose the lighting. It is how I hide how I truly feel The feeling don't always leave To my knees I will keel. Until I can truly believe. The way I see me is not true. The way I feel about me is not real. All I need is you. And to you I shall appeal.