Depression

This society is quietly infusing love inside of me, Though testing my sobriety and everything that I believe, A good man what I try to be while suffocating trying to breathe, I wish I had a time machine to change my past cause honestly, The future don't inspire me I wake up then I cry from dreams, Mouth to pillow hiding screams smiling trying to hide these things, This life is but a trial it seems must separate from childish schemes, Growing up without the means to be myself it always seems, That I can never find relief my heart been searching hard for peace, Around most folk I hardly speak I only talk through art discreet, If life a play my part is weak the golden child who's scarred beneath, Looking at the stars I seek a way for me to starve this beast.