(This is a piece used to help raise awareness on National Mental Health Day 2014)
Some days are tougher than others, getting out of bed is like climbing Everest,
These are the days when you wake and you feel like a fake,
A waste of space, unable to function, can't do anything but cry,
There's no reason to be awake, no reason for the world to exist,
You would rather just drift into the void, fall into the abyss,
These are the days that the tears fall freely and as they do they sting your cheek.
Some days are just dark, not grey, not gloomy, but an inconceivable black,
These days are like thunder and night, or Dante's idea of hell,
There is no glimmer of lightning or love, and you really don't feel very well,
You can barely move out of your chair, no food will pass your lips,
You can't justify if it's just you, or if it's the whole world gone mad,
You want to be alone, but feel lonely, what kind of living is this?
Some days are purely numb and confusing, memory shot to the last,
Never sure what to think, feel or do on these days, as sure to cock it up,
Can't remember what was for breakfast, my memory palace used to be vast,
Must stop hiding away, it's much to easy to do,
Should I go for a walk, do housework or curl up with a book?
I don my coat, I sit to tie up my shoes, then I quit cos the moment has passed.
Some day, with help, I shall break down this cycle, this repetitive hell,
When I realise I won't be judged, there's not a stigma attached,
Then I could find myself slowly, set myself free, liberate me...
Then maybe, just maybe I could have work and have fun,
If I'm really lucky, I could be happy have a family and be loved,
Is it my day yet, has it finally come? Some day soon my life will have begun.
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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