Makes sense to me, how 'bout you?

Dancing on my own grave
Every day is the same.
Wishing the pressure would be released.
The feeling of inner peace
My future is looking blurry
Time to take off
But my flight is delayed
I feel betrayed
My thoughts consume everything.
The outside looks fine.
Inside it's a mess
Would you expect anything less?
Depressed
Over Stressed
You don't know the thoughts and images
Running through my head.
I don't even dream
I feel insane
Nothing will ever be the same.