What Should I Call This Poem?

I had a flash of inspiration for this poem the other day, and I wrote it all in the space of 10 minutes. It is very dark, and I'm not quite sure what part of me wrote this, but I was still very happy with the phrases and imagery that sprang into my head, no matter how morbid they were! I am very pleased with it, but I can't think of a name for it. If you have any suggestions, please comment them below.

I used to love it so much, but now

I can’t remember its name

It used to feel so different but now

Every one is just the same.

I used to think so dreamily but

Now it all fades away.

I used to wish and pray and hope

Departure was not today.

I used to feel  tenderness

Apart from icy cold.

I was once able to feel

I wasn’t only getting old.

I used to think the daylight would

Chase those nightmares back

But now I think that I’m the one

Who needs to hide at the dawn’s crack.

I once could remember the shining sun

The skies and seas of slate

But now in my head all I can hear is

The closing of the gate.

 

I used to hope that bad days

Were just days that were bad

Now I realise that they are

The root of what makes me mad.

I used to think of daylight and smiles

Those were what kept me safe and bright.

Days and nights are now the same

Except one is dark and one is light.

That darkness seeping through my veins

Those circles under my eyes

Aren’t just the things that make me

Want to say my final goodbyes.

Life is good, and life is bad

But for me those mean nothing.

All I think of now is how my

Life could, maybe, have been something.

But hate and violence and sadness

Fill me up more than acts of kind.

So I just sit here in lasting shadows

And I pretend that I don’t mind.