Hollow

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low Let me sink to the bottom Air in my lungs keeping me afloat Inside I'm still hollow I know I'm not my thoughts But my thoughts don't know that yet Sometimes I try to sneak up On the voice inside my head I try to meditate, cause they told me it'll help But the last thing I need is more time alone inside myself I know I'm not unique, we all got broken brains Culture recently decided being crazy is okay And now we all can talk about it on our social feeds Having a rough day? Hashtag mental health awareness week I know that's progress We don't have to hide no more But it leaves me wondering why we ain't said this stuff before Like were we always all crazy and we all just kept quiet? Are we on the same page with what we're identifying? And if crazy's the new normal then it's not that crazy, is it? Cause the word by definition means it sits outside the system And how can we tell difference between sick and tryna' fit in? If everybody's crazy, then who's supposed to fix it? I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low Let me sink to the bottom Air in my lungs keeping me afloat Inside I'm still hollow I don't wanna break down So where do I go? My screams sink to the bottom Top of my lungs, just an echo Inside I'm still hollow No one told me it could get this bad, this fast Guess we only hear about the struggle after its passed Getting easier to open up, share what we've lost Good to know I'm not alone But if I'm really being honest I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low Let me sink to the bottom Air in my lungs keeping me afloat Inside I'm still hollow I don't wanna break down So where do I go? My screams sink to the bottom Top of my lungs, just an echo Inside I'm still hollow I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna break down But I'm feeling low I don't wanna break down But I'm feeling low I don't wanna break down But I'm feeling low I don't wanna break down I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low Let me sink to the bottom Air in my lungs keeping me afloat Inside we're still hollow I don't wanna break down So where do I go? My screams sink to the bottom Top of my lungs, just an echo Inside I'm still hollow I know I'm not my thoughts But my thoughts don't know that yet Sometimes I try to sneak up On the voice inside my head I've tried to meditate, cause they tell me it'll help But the last thing I need is more time alone