A poem about feeling broken inside because of depression.
I hate the days I feel broken
Like someone pulled my plug
A shattered vase, faded flowers
A wine stain on the rug
I hate the days when life’s too hard
The burdens hold me down
Tattered baggage, forgotten dreams
A sea so vast I drown
I hate the days when sadness comes
When smiles refuse to show
The stars go out, the blackest void
Pain only I can know
I hate the days when nothing’s right
Each choice points straight to hell
I fight, I scratch, I swim upstream
Knowing this won’t end well
I hate the days I can’t snap out
Depression holds me tight
With rusty chains of past mistakes
And lies retold for spite
I hate the days when power fails
My batt’ry just won’t charge
To bathe, to dress is all too much
Each task to do too large
I hate the days with no warning
A slap against my head
Flip the switch, toggle on to off
The voices scream in dread
I hate the days all hope seems lost
When sunlight has no shine
It matters not what path comes next
Fresh start or box of pine
I hate the days that come too soon
A dam to stop the flow
The illness chooses when it’s time
Hold still or just let go
Written September 7, 2023 by Scott Ninneman
NOTE: Watch the video version below and hear the poet read the poem.
Depression can set in anytime — with or without cause. Every time it comes, it’s just as hard, but it always ends.
If you’re struggling today, own your feelings. Scream out your frustration and list the things you hate. Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully you’ll wake up ready to feel the sun again.
Until next time, keep fighting.
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