Sometimes I feel too much,
the negative thoughts swarm me.They wrap around me till I can't breathe,
then everything turns blackEven in moments like that,
I push throughI don't know if that's will power,
but it's confusingMix that with constant flight or fight mode,
you get a 18 year old confused Pakistani girlA lot of people ask me how I get through it,
there's a lot of things that helpBut the thought of not making it,
while people who didn't work as hard as me do?I'm a lot of things,
but at the bottom will never be one of them.