I said depressing
Not depression
One describes
And one implies
A more immutable
Condition
A disorder
We disguise
And when revealed
To you
It seals
Your condemnation
Of my plight
For I am just
The silence shrieking
In the darkest depths
Of night
And this is just
A cry for help,
An SOS,
A desperate plea
That resonates
In your commiseration  
So inaudibly