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

Tied to my subconscious
Is this *******, 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.