The world feels heavy
And so do I

I wake to headlines painted in despair
Wars and hunger everywhere
Scrolling through the endless feed
The weight of sorrow’s all I see

And inside me, the silence grows
Depression whispers, and it shows
Anxiety pulls me side to side
Restless thoughts I cannot hide

All my conditions, they follow me slow
Names on the paper, but deeper they go
I'm not the world, yet I carry its scars
Fighting my battles under the stars

Sleepless nights, insomnia’s friend
Counting hours that never end
Bipolar swings like tides at sea
Highs and lows keep breaking me

And PTSD paints the nights
With shadows sharp and blinding lights
While outside, the cities fall
I wonder if we’ll heal at all

All my conditions, they follow me slow
Names on the paper, but deeper they go
I'm not the world, yet I carry its scars
Fighting my battles under the stars

I'm not alone, but I feel apart
The world is aching, so is my heart
Every label, every line
Reminds me healing, takes its time

All my conditions, they follow me slow
Names on the paper, but deeper they go
I'm not the world, yet I carry its scars
Fighting my battles under the stars