Gone

Yes, I was depressed, and this is what came of it...

I wish I had died,
Left it all behind.
You don't see me,
You never did.
So I hide and cry,
Alone in these darkened halls.
Your light has faded,
And all I do is fall.
This well of depression,
It springs from within me.
And if only,
If only you could see,
It's killing me.
Contemplating life or death,
An everyday struggle you don't understand.
I'll sit here and wait for the end to come,
Forevermore a slave to the darkness within.