Depression and Anxiety

Depression & Anxiety (Intro) Yeah… For everyone fighting demons no one else can see, we ride through the dark. (Verse 1) Depression sits on my chest like a wet concrete slab, won’t budge—just presses down every breath I grab. Anxiety got me sprintin’ through a hallway with no end, heart racin’ like footsteps I can’t outrun or defend. I wear a smile like a cracked porcelain mask, while my insides collapse under invisible glass. Every sunrise feels like a heavyweight bell, ringin’ in my skull like I’m trapped in a cell. Voices in my head like static on a broken radio dial, whisperin’ I’m not enough every mile after mile. Sleep don’t visit—just stares through the blinds, while my thoughts pace circles like wolves in my mind. Scars on my skin like faded street maps of pain, routes I survived through the fire and rain. Crowded rooms feel like oceans I’m drownin’ inside, while I fake being okay with nowhere to hide. (Hook) Depression on my back like a lead-weight coat, anxiety in my throat like a hand on my throat. Every heartbeat thunders like a trial I must face, but I keep on breathin’ in this broken place. I won’t shatter… I won’t fold… I’m still here… still holdin’ my soul… One more breath… through the night… I’m still reachin’ for my light… (Verse 2) Mirror shows a stranger with hollowed-out eyes, like a ghost of myself still learnin’ to rise. Bathroom light flickers like it’s losin’ its fight, while I search for my name in the blur of the night. Pills on the counter like small white stones, tears hit the tile in quiet monotone tones. Still I twist the doorknob, still I step through, even when the world feels too heavy to move. Pain carved a soldier deep into my spine, every collapse taught me how to realign. I’m not preachin’ darkness, I’m describin’ the war, and the fact that I’m still here means there’s more. If you’re sinkin’ like anchors in a blackened sea, I swear I’ve been there—I know what it means. Somewhere past the storm, there’s a crack in the sky, where even the broken learn how to fly. (Bridge) These chains are illusions wrapped tight in my mind, these thoughts are just shadows I’m learnin’ to blind. I bend in the pressure, I shake but don’t break, I rise from the ashes every time I awake. (Final Hook) Depression in my shadow, anxiety in my veins, still I walk through fire while I carry my pain. Turnin’ scars into armor I refuse to suppress, every wound is a map of how I survived the test. If I fall, I rise through the smoke and the flame, every mark on my body still knows my name. One heartbeat… one fight… one sunrise… I’m still here… I’m still alive…