sometimes I think I’m not fit to be a human being
I just can’t seem to handle everyday life
I’m drowning in more stress than I know how to deal with
stress that is only amplified by my own mind
I’m breaking up, breaking down, breaking apart
shattering like glass hit by a hammer
a hammer made of a suffocating workload
a hammer made of crippling anxiety
a hammer made of ever-present loneliness
I’m just trying to make it through each day
despite the shards of glass in my wake

who knew being human could be this hard