Depression

Never smiling.
Or laughing.
Or joining in the fun.
He dwells in the past,
in the negative.
He dwells, but does not
try to change.
Or help.

He lurks and sulks.
And hardly speaks.
He causes himself pain.
He cannot see the beauty
in life,
or love,
himself,
or others.

Always alone.
Always somber.
Always occupied by thoughts, so dark.

He will not help
himself.
The one who should love
him most of all.

He is Depression.