Living in a Dark Hole

I'm living in a dark hole
Everyday
The sun is covered by a ribbon of darkness
I'm a flying hawk
With no wings
I have no ying
To my yang
No sun to my moon
I'm just a piece of crumpled up paper
Waiting to be discarded
Everyday
Is like a ticking a clock
Tick- Tock
Tick- Tock
Will this pain ever end?
Or maybe I'm the pain and I should end
Depression isn't a disease, nor a disorder
It's something that consumes me, and every aspect of my life
And I will never be able to contain it, to eradicate how I feel
Because
I'm living in a dark hole
(P.S I'm not depressed or anything like that)