My Anxiety

I wake up every morning to just another day.

I force myself through breakfast to somehow hide the pain.

Yeah I know that I’m not perfect

I’ve never cared to try

but you keep feedin me this pressure.

My anxiety is high.

I’m headed out to dinner

to see a couple friends

my heart starts racing thinkin

I don’t wanna play pretend.

Everybody seems so perfect

but I know its all a lie

So why am I feelin this pressure?

My anxiety is high

It’s been hard cuz I’m not sleepin

I get in my own head

Sometimes I wonder if Im breathin

Or if I’m walking dead

I’ll try again tomorrow

Please pray that I’ll survive

Dealing with this bullshit

My anxiety is....