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