Anxiety

It's one of those nights 

where it all crumbles 

down to the ground. 

It starts from 
one corner of the mind 

and slowly makes it way 

to the heart.

It rumbles in the stomach 

and finally reaches

 to the tip of my toes. 

The anxiety mixes 

with the blood 

and runs in the veins. 

I feel cold 
in 35 degrees.
I feel filthy 
in my own skin

I can't help but think 

of all the wrongs 

I've done. 

I can't get up but 

lie like a corpse

in the pile of my own 

failures. 

I can't make it go away.
Is it okay to feel this way?
What's wrong with me?
Why is it all that I see?