Texty: Anxiety Attack. Sicker Than Sin. I Hate.

The floor is dirty, what am I to think?
If I stand in the same spot, I'll just fucking sink.
I try, I wish, I have no link.
I am nothing, no emotions, just this fucking link.
I am these words.
I am my own fucking shrink.
This hate is stuck in my thoughts when my eyes fucking blink