I keep it inside, bottle it up

Bury it deep, pray for some luck.

Dig a deep hole but got nothing to sow.

So I sit in the mud, and hope that I grow.

Depressive and complacent, I sit in my grief.

It grows and it strengthens, till its got me beat.

A burden too heavy, I’m sinking, I’m drowning

Gasping for air, I’m quietly yelling.

When the emotions pour over, I can finally feel.

Open heart surgery, it’s time to heal.

I feel the breeze again man, that shits unreal.

Almost gave up my soul, but couldn’t make the deal.

I almost gave up on life, what a damn steal

My mind is a menace, Achilles heel.