Between Breaths

I panic and my chest is tight I don't know if i can make it But I'm good at trying to fake this. Anxiety creeps up again my head feels light I don't think I'm gonna make it But I know I have to shake this. Sick of fighting in my head I'll never be good enough to Burn these bad thoughts to ashes And watch them blow back into Darkness. And when I'm finally dead Will my actions have been enough to Burn the pain to ashes And let it drift back into Darkness. Im scared of taking my last breath I'm far from ready yet but My body's begging for me To rest. As i fight high tides The depression rises I feel like ive been drowning But I'm swimming towards the light I will reach the shore I survived again I am stronger now Slowly on the mend.