The only constant in my life is excruciating Anxiety,  
Lost sleep,                            
Loss of appetite,                    
All I ever think is "Why me?"  
I am becoming my own ghost,
And nobody even knows
that I am gone.
Every day is one step in the wrong direction.
Constant over thinking,
& The tightness in my chest is becoming overbearing.
Is this life worth living?    
Will I ever be someone that will be worth remembering?  
Will I ever climb out of this grave I call life?
Will I ever live long enough to find out why? Why me?

My ribs are now useless because they don't protect anything anymore.
Leave me to rot on this cold hard floor.

My heart is long gone and my lungs are but vessels full of regret,
Full of memories I'd rather soon forget.                          

It used to be full of precious air that gave me life, but now all I breathe in is grief,
I have lost the ability to sleep,
And now I am slowly losing sight of who I used to be.
If I lose sight of my past,
Will I have any chance for a future?

A shadow is all I will ever be,
I will never stand out,
and no one will ever notice me.
I am a shadow among a world of darkness,
almost non-existent but yet still there,
my life is full of neglect and despair.
I wonder every day,
Will I ever mean anything to the ones I love?
Will that love ever be returned?
If I were to disappear,
would they even notice?
I am a mute man,
shouting at the world to hear my cries for help.
I am a shadow.