coursing through my veins

Did I tell you? 

I can't remember if I did. 

Did I say the thing that I wish weren't true? 

I really couldn't say one way or another. 

Did I happen to mention how I am on the edge? 

I really am quite on the edge 

Of a cliff, a knife, or an epiphany; 

I honestly am unsure which. 

Always running up and down the lane

In my mind from all the fight or flight 

That is stuck on fight 

With all this cortisol coursing through my veins

Like oxygen but toxic 

Like life's blood, but it is taking not giving

Did I tell you? 

I can't remember when it started. 

Maybe it is just the way I'm built—

Surviving on cortisol instead of love.