Depression

It's a bright beautiful day
And I sit alone in the dark.
I have so many things to do
And yet no desire to do them.
Family and friends that reach out
And yet I always fell so alone.
The art that I've always loved
Has lost its luster and draw.
My words that once flowed free
Has become forced and it shows.
The joys I once had with little things
Has disappeared and began to hide.
So what does this mean to me
And those that I care about?
What will it take to revitalize
And what will I have lost?
How will I ever be me once again
And who will still be by my side?