What's It Called?

You Call It Depression,
I call it down...
But when you call me depressed
I can't do anything but frown...
the luxury of smiling
It seems so far away
But The sleeping and the cying
Is there to forever stay.
It feels like blue
dark and gray
What I'd like to do
Is make it go away
The pain that makes me feel
the way I always did
It all seems so unreal
So bad, that I'm hit.
Whenever you call me
I won't be there to answer
Just let me feel free
while I put you in transfer
Let me cry those tears
to whom I belong
It'll go away, in years
And that will make me strong
Doubled
Tripled

Just Help me...
A little bit....