On days like this, I just feel heavy. Does the earth walk on me or do I wonder her grounds? On days like this, I don't know if my anxiety is real or I use it to dismiss myself. Maybe deep down I am just sad, lost and different shades of black and sunken soil. On days like this, everything weighs heavy and the sky presses down on me. Whispers in my ear; this is all you deserve. I know the heavens cry for me. Hoping to wash me away but I am defiant. So I decide to stay. On days like this, I think my anxious mind bleeds together with a broken heart. They form something new and dangerous altogether. Leaving me in shambles on the floor. On days like this, there is no use in trying. It surely won't matter. I am just a mistake. I wallow and swallow. Maybe tomorrow I can befriend my wondering thoughts instead of letting them break me apart.