Found this poem on depression... Deep and dark, yet it can get better. It has for me.
Aching, breaking, excruciating flu-
Lethargic, anhedonia, no energy "to do".
Don't care, but I care- hard to explain,
Just so freakin' sick of playing this game.
Negative, pessimistic... Despair never ends...
Alone with no smile, no need to pretend.