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?