I struggle to be,
This happiness prescribed.
For my nature, you see,
Is depression inscribed.

Tied to my subconscious
Is this bastard, hate.
My senselessness
Is deciding my fate.

The past, how it haunts,
Forever decaying my soul.
Ridiculing with taunts,
Preventing me from being whole.

Yet for all my words,
I never saw what to do.
I can always move forward
When I focus on you.