suffocating

Huh, I'm tired, man.

Sometimes I just sit in my room

And I just hold my breath,

let all the pressure and anxiety build up,

And just let the time pass by.

The walls close in, my chest gets tight,

Seconds turn to minutes, but I don't exhale.

Maybe if I hold on long enough,

The weight will lift,

Maybe I won't have to feel at all.