Too Much

I don’t even know how to breathe some days…

It’s too much. But maybe I can bleed these words out loud.

Woke up to a war in my head again,

Highs like heaven, then hell sets in.

Heartbeat's racing, thoughts are pacing,

Smiling outside but inside's caving.

Chest feels heavy like a freight train crashing,

Mood swing hits like a lightning flashin’.

One day I’m fire, next I’m numb,

One minute I fight, next I run.

Can’t tell ‘em, they don’t understand,

Say I’m “moody”, nah, I’m barely standin’.

Bipolar badge, yeah, stitched on my soul,

Tryna grip control while the chaos rolls.

This is too much, I’m breakin’ down,

Still wear my pain like a thorn-crowned crown.

Weight in my chest but I spit it loud,

Rap is my scream when I’m lost in the crowd.

Too much… but I write to survive,

Each bar's a breath that keeps me alive.

Runnin' on empty, eyes wide open,

Mind’s on fire, can’t stop hopin’.

Voices loud in a silent room,

Joy to doom like a sonic boom.

Pills don’t fix what they can’t define,

Doctors talk but they ain’t in my mind.

I’m a puppet on a frayed out string,

Half a queen, half ghost in the ring.

Can’t fake fine when the storm's this loud,

I smile while I'm drowning in the crowd.

I don’t need pity, I need space,

To breathe, to rage, to find my place.

You think I’m “too emotional”?

Nah…

I’m too real for your comfort.

This ain’t drama. This is survival.

This is me, every manic mile.

Up all night, thoughts spin tight,

Blackout moods, then blinding light.

I ain’t fragile, I’m just deep,

Truth too raw for the world to keep.

Tired of the stigma, tired of the shame,

This ain’t attention—this is pain.

This is fightin’ to get outta bed,

When your own damn mind wants you dead.

I’m still here though, scarred but breathin’,

Still got bars when the world’s deceivin’.

Rap is my blade, I carve my scars,

Into truth that cuts through the dark.

This is too much, but I won't hide,

Even if I break, I’ll rise with pride.

Weight in my chest but I scream it out,

Spit every wound 'til I drown the doubt.

Too much… but I write to survive,

This mic is my heartbeat, I’m stayin’ alive.

If I can’t handle it… I’ll still spit it.

'Cause silence kills, but rhythm… heals it.