There's a void in my stomach
Gnawing at the lining of my soul
I got a haircut today
And I even drove us home
Every baby step
Feels like a marathon
Coping mechanisms used to work
But now it's like they're gone
I'm exhausted
From trying to keep breathing
Anxiety is ripping at my threads
My well-being is quickly fleeing
I'm trying
But it'll never be enough
Because if I push myself til I have panic attacks
Suddenly I'm not tough
Im not trying
If I don't do it in the way they want
I've been pushing myself to exhaustion
But to them that's not enough
