I feel like I'm drowning, choking on the pressure.
I see the person I want to be, I let depression be my oppressor.
As I pull apart my prison bars, I become my own aggressor.
My own anxiety is trying to kill me, all for your pleasure.
They tell me I'm fine but I don't really feel it,
I'm losing my mind but you don't really see it,
I fight to survive but I don't ever show it,
My life is a lie but youll never see it.