They say to me
This is the day
Created by my Lord
It is a gift
From the Most High

But this day
It feels like a burden
It feels broken
I want to return it
Because this day
This is where I am
Depressed
Anxious
Ill
Tired
Terrified
Ugly
This is when I weep

I don’t mean to be ungrateful
I’m just a confused child
I’m so lost
I’m so tired
And so broken
And I just don’t know
What to do with
This day