Woorden: Anxiety Attack. Sicker Than Sin. Sewer Love.

I'm a lost fucking soul, I wont be alright.
Bloodshot eyes, sleepless nights.
I'm giving up, I'm giving up.
Someone help me, I cant fucking breathe.
Tell me I have anxiety.
Worries, frustration, is killing me.
Too scared to realize and see.
Hope, love, down the drain, hope, love, Im to blame.
Depression, hate.
Why is love not fucking real for me?