Depression

What is depression? To a psychiatrist its a prescription. To a psychologist a disposition. To a priest, a posession.
And to me...it's all I ever know-the dark, deep, gnawing ghost within. The sense that life was not meant for me at least. This is a voyage of despondency. I simply am condemned to live. God, whatever and whoever that may be, is a bright convenience to those who are able to live un-crucified. But to me, God has been the cruelest of tricks.
He waits in his heaven. I wait in my hell.
I feel like telling him. "I didnt ask for this life. I didnt ask for the misery of my soul. Then why, why are you so generous"?
God is dead. My life is his funeral.