Analysis of Woman in her thirties on the verge of a nervous breakdown

On the verge of a nervous breakdown
I stay awake all day and night,
Insomnia takes me over
There's a hunger which kills me inside.

On the verge of a nervous breakdown
I climb the stairs towards my heavenly father,
With a tear in her eyes a woman starts to shout
My hands dig into dirt to cover my mouth.

On the verge of a nervous breakdown
We all start to think of death just like hungry babies
stretching their hands to their mother's breasts
ask to drink the milk of a fake eternity bless.

Too long awake as I walk between these walls,
Too long thinking of meanings of life as it goes
I hear myself fainting inside,
I'm a woman in her thirties on the verge of a nervous breakdown.