The pressure is too high

I don't want to rise to the occasion. 

I don't want to rise at all.

I just want to sleep the days away.

I'm not ready to deal with the fall

Of my emotions climbing the walls.

The state of my mind has me reeling. 

My exploding state of mind 

Has me up on the ceiling.

Please, please

Don't speak to me.

I'm not ready.

Your words are the end of me,

And I don't know where I begin.

I'm losing track and I cry

When I like to be screaming.

My heavy chest is caving in.

So don't ask for much more.

I feel life eating away 

And I am rotten to the core.

You judge me anyway so it's fine.

You can have your whispers and I take my decline.

But please, please, 

Just fucking leave.

Let me be.

Cause I'm done 

Holding my head up.

I'm done with

My stiff upper lip.

I'm on the verge 

Of breaking.

And I will crack

Under the pressure 

Of this.

So let me be done 

With being the

Fucking stronger one.

Didn't you always say

It's okay to

Not be okay?

I'm on the verge

Of losing the

Sanity that remains

Just, just, just…

Please, please, PLEASE

Let me breath

Gather my wits

And stay steady. 

It's the only thing I ask for.