Hole of Depression (Poem)

I am drowning in an ocean of fear, anger, and anguish,
Not understanding why I am even here anymore;
I feel myself submerging under the water again,
Sinking deeper into my living Hell.
As I try to dig myself out,
I seem to sink deeper into depression,
A depression that never seems to die.
I am not really living anymore,
But instead I am wandering about this earth,
Soulless and mindless;
I am one body, taking up space in an environment
Where people are living their happy, serious lives all around me.
Forever I shall be wandering, just wandering
Across this frozen terrain of solitude and misfortune;
Never knowing what I could have become.