9. pain into production

another day

spent sick of life,

kicking me

while i’m down,

everything’s going

in a circle,

trying to find comfort

while i’m laying

on a bed of nails,

i wanna get better,

i’m screaming for it,

crying for help

but the help i need

ain’t getting

back to me,

how can we

break the stigma

with a lack of

availability?

7/7 my birth,

but i can’t

feel lucky,

one digit short,

so now i’m cursed,

and i’ve been

through the ringer,

traumatized

while few dared

to bat an eye,

sent off

all my good

to the wrong ones,

lost the trust

i once had,

always forced

to have my back

to the wall.

but i’m still here.

i haven’t given in,

and it’s not

in my plans,

i never tried

to compromise,

no matter

how little credit

comes my way,

i’ve turned my pain

into production,

and soon,

it’ll be paper,

one of these days,

they’ll be screaming

my name,

and i’ll look

at all who doubted

and laugh

in their faces.

one day.