Depression killed the kid

Why don't they believe me
when I tell them the truth
They just don't understand
how my depression killed my youth
They think I'm the perfect, happy child
But they don't know i faked it when I smiled
I wanted them to know
how long I've wanted to die
and not just weep and cry
I wanted my life to be over
then I found my lover
He understands me perfectly
when I talk to him it seems as if all the bad is gone away
I love him so dearly
so for now here i stay

If you are wondering who "they" are, it's my parents. They have no idea that I'm depressed at all or that I even have someone special that i love and can call my own. I do try to talk to them, honestly i do but they dont think i tell the truth.