This form of poetry, with 3-line stanzas in a rhyme scheme: aba bcb cdc etc, is known as a 'terza rima', Italian for 'third rhyme' (according to Writing Magazine).
I think it's quite a pretty name, so thought I'd give it a try.
Sorry the subject isn't so pretty, though 
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Grey Days
What do you do on the grey days,
The days when nothing makes sense,
And it seems this is how it is always?
When the darkness around is as dense
As the gloom of the gloomiest night,
And the pain and the hurt are intense.
You’re trying to look for the light,
You know it must be there somewhere,
But the shutters are drawn down so tight,
That there’s no way of reaching the air,
You peer through impenetrable haze,
And you wonder why you even care.
So what do you do on the grey days?
The days when you just need a friend,
To tell you it won’t be for always,
And all will be well in the end.
(c) Melinda Belynda 6th July 2008
