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I’ve been talkin' to the ceiling more than people these days,

Feelin’ like a ghost just driftin' through haze.

Friends say "call me" — but they never mean it,

And if I ever did, they’d probably delete it.

Tryna breathe deep but the air feel thin,

Feelin’ locked out of life — never let back in.

I laugh in public, cry when I’m gone,

And nobody ever asks what I’m holdin' on.

Scroll my phone, no texts, no calls,

Just me and my thoughts bouncin’ off these walls.

Room full of silence, soul full of noise,

And I can’t even tell if I got a real voice.

These nights hit hard like a fist to the chest,

Sleep’s a game I lose when my mind don’t rest.

Tryna outrun what I feel inside,

But depression got hands and it grips my pride.

Yo,

I tell myself lies just to make it through,

Like “you’re strong,” or “they care,” or “this ain’t on you.”

But truth be told — I’m tired, I’m spent,

And I don’t even know where the fightin’ went.

A shadow in the mirror, a name in the past,

Walkin’ through crowds like I’m made of glass.

Invisible pain in a visible world,

Man, it’s cold here — and I’m missin’ the warmth.

I don’t need cheers, don’t want fake love,

I need someone who sees when the mask ain’t enough.

But I’m alone in the echo, just me and this beat,

Spillin’ what I feel 'cause I can't ever speak.