I’m trying to lift myself up,
Holding on, but it’s never enough.
Is it just me, lost in the haze,
Hiding away, longing for better days?

I told myself I was happy, alive,
But I knew inside I was dying in disguise.
Still, I waited for the pain to disappear,
Even as the fire of hell burned near.
Living only ‘cause I can’t just die,
And every “I’m fine” was a perfect lie.

Now me and myself,
My hands, body, and heart,
Crying, shaking, breaking,
Torn completely apart.
Oh—this is a breakdown.

How do I breathe again?
How do I love who I am?
Where’s the peace I used to hold,
Before my soul grew heavy and cold?
(It’s a breakdown.)

I tried to be the sun,
Shining for everyone.
But too late, I realised—
I needed that same light to rise.
I hated myself when I needed me most,
And buried the truth like a ghost.

But tell me—
Why do we beg for love from others,
When we can’t even love ourselves as lovers?
Why do we want their eyes to see,
The worth we never gave to “me”?

Now me and myself,
My hands, body, and heart,
Crying, shaking, breaking,
Torn completely apart.
Oh—this is a breakdown.

How do I breathe again?
How do I love who I am?
Where’s the peace I used to hold,
Before my spirit grew heavy and cold?
(It’s a breakdown.)

.    .    .