This Is Not Just a Bad Day

This is not just a bad day.

This is me leveling up—

as the world try’s desperately

To empty my cup.

I’m in pain—

physically, mentally, emotionally.

I’m in pain, and I seriously can’t move.

A storm that won’t break,

a weight I carry.

No one can take it away.

No one can take me away.

Every breath is a battle,

every thought a war,

torn between agony and madness,

crushed, and reaching for more.

I suffer a body’s rebellion,

I suffer a mind’s cruel game,

a medical emergency,

a fire with no name.

I’m in pain, and I seriously can’t move.

You only cry like this once—

once for someone, once for some thing,

then you’re forever changed,

never the same again.

But no one can take this away—

not the struggle, not the fight,

because when I rise,

I will be the light.

This is not just a bad day.

This is me, breaking through.

And when I level-up,

the pain will be my ally, true.