Your ten minutes is up

The depression is tangible
It is oppressive
And it is huge
And it blooms
under microscope
In petri dish
Lives in the dry kiss
Of a motionless mouth
It is acute
And it is crushing
I am lost to it
I am wallowing in it
I am gleefully happy in it
I am electric track
Suicidingly exceedingly celebrating
An encroaching express train
A serotonoin scan of the brain
Failed
You think you can draw a diagram?
To illustrate the soul
You attempt to sketch
Blue eyes that hold
But you end up with sunken lumps
Of coal in a face
Pale and haunted
you can touch nothing
and I can struggle to feel
and I can resist
you can unravel and real
me as  a spool
use your pen as a tool to issue
yet who the fool to follow
he that likes to wallow
in his own self pity
Impossible
You pseudo scientists
clenched fists of serotonin
pills
your hands too busy in the tills of profit
whilst the dying inside
throttled, shout stop it.
For we may alter
Your mood
Pollute your food for thought
Raise your brow
Or pull your skin taught
As you grapple with the answer to demon thoughts
I ought to know better than to believe in you
You said I cannot give you happy pills
Its not fashionable anymore
Best to rest
Under duvet pillow still
My fill is empty
My tongue is sharp
my vitriolic fingers
Play the harp
To your feeling sorry soundtrack
I cannot help you
And whilst I know you came here to believe in me
The poster on the wall warned
About leaving empty handed
Theres some kleenex on the table
And a que of emotional people unstable
I must go now
Your ten minutes is up