Overloaded

I wake up with static in my chest,

Clock’s too loud, mind won’t rest

Mirror talks like it knows my name

Says “you should be stronger by now”—same old shame

Outside it's cold, kids in the back

I smile through the cracks in the mask

Every errand feels like a trial

Every breath feels late by a mile

I'm lost and overloaded, falling apart and it feels like no one knows it.

My brain keeps telling me i'm a piece of shit, I'm a dirt bag I am hopeless i'm sorry,

I can't outgrow this diagnosis.

I'm lost and overloaded

I love them louder than I can show

Words get tangled, tone runs cold

I try to be gentle, I come out sharp

And I hate myself for the sparks

Holiday lights sit in a box

Favorite season—still feels locked

I remember color, I remember fire

Now everything’s muted, tired

I'm lost and overloaded, falling apart and it feels like no one knows it.

My brain keeps telling me i'm a piece of shit, I'm a dirt bag I am hopeless i'm sorry,

I can't outgrow this diagnosis.

I'm lost and overloaded

If you saw me from the outside in

You’d say “he’s still trying”

So why can’t I speak to myself

Like I would to a friend?

Maybe I’m not broken—just bent

Maybe this weight has a name

Maybe surviving every day

Isn’t failure it’s staying

I'm lost and overloaded, falling apart and it feels like no one knows it.

My brain keeps telling me i'm a piece of shit, I'm a dirt bag I am hopeless i'm sorry,

I can't outgrow this diagnosis.

I'm lost and overloaded

If I whisper it soft, maybe it’s true—

I’m still here… even when I don’t feel like me

Lost and overloaded

Still breathing still tryin3