Overloaded

Yeah…

My mind don’t rest.

It stacks.

And stacks.

And stacks.

Brain on fire, but I’m smiling for the camera

World on my shoulders, yeah I carry every answer

They say breathe, like that fixes the pressure

Tryna stay calm while I’m losing the measure

Thoughts run laps, I don’t finish the race

Mirror talks back, says I’m losing my place

I hold it together with duct tape faith

If I let it go once, everything breaks

I don’t cry loud, I just shut down slow

Build walls high, then I live below

Everyone sees what I let them know

They don’t hear the noise when the lights go low

I’m not okay, but I act composed

Every emotion stays under code

If I’m quiet, don’t read it wrong

I’m still here I’m just overloaded

I’m overloaded, head full of doubt

Too many thoughts tryna claw their way out

I ain’t quitting, I’m just worn thin

Fighting battles under my skin

I’m overloaded, don’t let it show

Smile up front, chaos below

If I pull back, it’s self-control

I’m overloaded not letting go

I been the strong one, yeah that’s the role

Carry their pain, yeah that’s the toll

I don’t complain, I just reload

Another day with a heavy soul

They say “time heals,” yeah maybe true

But time don’t stop what the mind can do

Every mistake plays in HD

Front row seat to my anxiety

I don’t need pity, don’t need applause

I need peace without having to pause

I need quiet that don’t feel wrong

I need silence that feels like home

I’m not fragile, I’m just compressed

Too much weight in a tight chest

If I step back, it’s not defeat

It’s survival, it’s how I breathe

I’m overloaded, head full of doubt

Too many thoughts tryna claw their way out

I ain’t quitting, I’m just worn thin

Fighting battles under my skin

I’m overloaded, don’t let it show

Smile up front, chaos below

If I pull back, it’s self-control

I’m overloaded not letting go

If I stop moving, I’m scared I’ll feel

If I start feeling, it all gets real

So I run… yeah I run from me

Chasing peace I can’t quite reach

I’m overloaded, but still I stand

White-knuckled grip on a shaking plan

I bend, I break, but I don’t fold

I’m still breathing through the overload

Yeah

Still here.

Still breathing.