Do you know what it’s like?
Living with an obsession,
Inescapable stressin’,
Second guessing and questioning, every decision,
My ego was driven to teach me a lesson!
Has your mind every played the worst enemy, all dressed up as a best friend?
Has your fear ever fed off the fact that you desperate?
Motherfucker you best bet,

My mind was trying to kill me,
Wanted me to die,
There was a part of me that lied,
To me everyday,
And I started to confide in it.
--Said I oughta be deprived,
Said the heart of me and pride,
----Never stood a chance,
--Against Dichotomy of mind.
--But I gotta be the guy,
--And I gotta beat the odds,
-----Even if I feel like I ain’t got a reason why.

It’s okay, to feel,
like you don’t, like, it here,
--We can’t ignore it,
just cause we don’t like to hear it,
Say “it’s okay you’re not okay”,
But tell you wipe your tears,
And just pretend your fucking life is perfect like your peers”.
Now I know,
I gotta fight my fears,
I couldn’t lie to myself, no,
I couldn’t hide my feelings,
There’s a way out,
I had to find my spirit,
I know it’s always the darkest before the light appears.
The light appears.


Cuz if I let depression defeat me,
That goes against all that I stand for.
I done lost a few battles before,
But on God, I am winning this damn war.
---And I try and explain what I’m going through,
wishing you could understand more.
I claim that I’m ready for anything,
Honestly, it’s so much more than I planned for.

I don’t like myself!
I would scream in the mirror,
And if I disappear,
Would anyone ever even shed a tear?
I’ve become numb, I no longer feel the fear.


It’s not that I wanted to die,
I guess I was feeling like,
I was no longer scared.
It’s not that I hoped to die,
But there was part of me,
Deep down inside, that no longer cared.

It’s okay, to feel,
like you don’t, like, it here,
--We can’t ignore it,
just cause we don’t like to hear it,
Say “it’s okay you’re not okay”,
But tell you wipe your tears,
And just pretend your fucking life is perfect like your peers”.
Now I know,
I gotta fight my fears,
I couldn’t lie to myself, no,
I couldn’t hide my feelings,
There’s a way out,
I had to find my spirit,
I know it’s always the darkest before the light appears.
The light appears.

I am not my, mistakes,
I am not my, mistakes,
---I wish I was able, to remind myself,
All the times I’d break.
I’m begging for someone who loves me,
to help me, but no one’s advice, I would, take.
“Life is great”, means shit,
When I can’t even, find my, faith.

Do you know what its like,
So convinced that you’re worthless?
Beat yourself up till your purplish?
Like, ”Welp, I deserve this”
I must be a piece of shit if I ain’t perfect.
But if even one person,
Who is dying inside while they smile on the surface,
Finds some hope in these verses,
When they heard this,
Then it must be my purpose.

So maybe it’s worth it,
Maybe this is my story to tell,
--Must be a reason I went through this prison,
This cell,
And just worry and dwell,
Maybe the only way to find my peace,
Was in going to war with myself,
And maybe my, only way to Heaven,
was through this struggle, enduring this Hell.

It’s okay, to feel,
like you don’t, like, it here,
--We can’t ignore it,
just cause we don’t like to hear it,
Say “it’s okay you’re not okay”,
But tell you wipe your tears,
And just pretend your fucking life is perfect like your peers”.
Now I know,
I gotta fight my fears,
I couldn’t lie to myself, no,
I couldn’t hide my feelings,
There’s a way out,
I had to find my spirit,
I know it’s always the darkest before the light appears.
The light appears.