I have modern to severe depression. I wrote this poem this past summer:

Darkness fills my life everyday.
But why it does, I cannot say.
No one seems to believe me or the pain I go through.
No one has an idea, not a clue.

Darkness is in my mind and in my sight.
Everything I see is as dark as night.
I now I'm not blind but I can't ever see the light.
I may never know if things will be alright.

Darkness is in my veins, my skin, my nails and in my hair.
Everyone hates me, it's not fair.
I won't do anything crazy, I'm not that dumb.
But the pain is unbearable, everything is numb.

Darkness is in what I read and write.
Everything will remain locked away tight.
There will be no light to guide me through the dark and despair.
I've always known that life isn't fair.

Darkness is all around me, everywhere I go.
You can't see it but it's there, I know.
No one shall understand my pain or see my tear.
Happiness seem to be my biggest fear.

Darkness goes through me every second of my day.
As I stand and as I lay.
There will always be this ebony shadow, instead of my heart.
And there will always be pain, tearing me apart.

Darkness shall stay with me wntill I die.
And deep in the shadow, where I'll say good-bye.
"And my soul from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floor.
Shall be lifted.......NEERMORE!"

The last 2 lines were from "The Raven" By Egar Allan Poe.