Depression:
Depression chokes the soul
It blacken the heart as well
Distortion of character, easy to tell
It sentences the life to hell
Vague is the highest goal
Often hearing the funeral knell
No storms can even quell
Locked in a dark dungeon cell
The heart is a gaping hole
Where all hope has fell
And the brain has turned to gel
This life you'd surely sell
Happiness:
Happiness makes the world glad
The days dance as if a grand ball
Laughter reigns in every hall
There is no room to fall
No thought of ever seeing sad
And pain will impossibly call
Friends make enjoyment snowball
The soul towers ever tall
Against sorrow is a wall
Days tick on, never to stall
No pleasure is too small
Wishing death may never come to call