Silver sadness, as it is there but not.
I rather be depressed, shut out this fake happiness.
I am sad, covering myself smartly.
With silver sadness, my happiness departs me…
With my depression, however, it is a constant.
I rather fight with heart before I become westernized and heartless…
Tired and weak.
From the grind, and success that I seek.
I love and embrace my depression – I am not happy. I want to cry!