Mental Health

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.