Even If It Breaks A Man

Even If It Breaks A Man

A Poem by SinisterPotatoe (Jack)

A story of dealing with losing everything, but gaining the mindset to change.


It’s a struggle to live

Don’t know what I did

Don’t know when I gave up

Don’t know where I went wrong


So many years ago I lost hope

Taking medication like dope to keep going

Almost hung myself up with rope like a scarecrow

I remember watching from my room as it rained and it snowed


But misery has always been my true home

I lived alone on struggle street

A place where no one speaks

Silent sorrow at its peak

Pain falls from the sky onto the backs of people who aren’t wanted

People who have been discarded like broken toys by their old friends

Whose lives some wish to end

Because they had something more before

And now have lost their happiness and reason for living

Betrayed and forgotten by those they cared for

That now consider themselves better and have moved on


Hurt by people who reject the truth of pain, like rejecting that the sky rains

And spit on us, watching us rust in the downpour

I feel drenched in sorrow


No one on this street shares their stories or their morals

Let alone the ragged remains of their lives

It’s the only thing we can hold onto, and we’re not friends

We’re just stuck here on struggle street

Nothing will change that


We carry too much emotional baggage to walk on our own

People fall to the ground every day from the weight of the suffering that falls like rain

Rain that breaks the spirits of the weak

Left there alone to rot in regret without help from anyone on or off this street


The misery is excreted from our pores

Sticking to anything with every touch

Ripping off our withered flesh

With such a stench that people look down on us


The people gather at my street

More are left here stranded every day

Shells of human beings, filled with defeat

Stuck here with no role

Waiting to be buried in a hole to further the flower gardens of those who broke them


We sit on the corner of our street of hopeless depression waiting for a sign

Pretending our lives can be brought back

A w***e to happiness

I cry poetry

And speak in rhymes and riddles

I beg for an ounce of respect

And live on material wants

And special fonts to write my story on


The misery gets flushed down the sewage drains until the streets overflow with sadness

Spreading a sickness called madness

That kills off those who cannot accept this life


And mixes misery into the minds of those too weak or strong to give up

Those too smart or stupid to shut up

Those who are too sane or crazy to mess up



The misery leads to anger

An anger that destroys lives


A new perspective on the world around them that used to be beautiful

Leaving them to see the ugly truth

People live for themselves

And they’re willing to do anything to better themselves

Locking the remains of those they break in empty shells

Including pushing others down into the ground so hard

That they can’t get back up

Divorcing husbands and wives

Killing children for cheap thrills and cash

Forsaking those in need

They do it for friends, cars, lovers, money, and respect

They do it to make themselves feel better. Superior. Fit to step on others like garbage

Which then leads to more honest souls being crushed

Even if it breaks a man

They do it all the same


And when the survivors realize the true

The reason why people caused their trauma

They either forsake everything that ever weighed them down

Or hang themselves from the roof


But here I am

Living proof that the street doesn’t have to end there

That anger propelled me into a psychotic episode

That stole away my freedom and my friends

That got me locked up in the mental health ward for almost three years of my life

That brought me back onto the road of recovery





The street of misery is a hard road to walk

You have to walk it with the weight of hopelessness and suffering on your back

But even if it can break a man, it can also be your ticket to recovery

You see, dealing with the things I lost made me realize what I hadn’t lost

The ability to try to fix things

And cherish what little you have

To aim for more in the future

When I was hopeful that I could change things, I did

And turned a pile of dirt and regrets into a mountain of memories, a few accomplishments, and a second chance


Only by experiencing our pain, misery, and sorrow can we be reminded of happy times, and a future that could contain more happiness


Only by losing everything can we truly put a high price on what we’ve gained through pain


Only because of the bullying, mental illness, and depression, can I have something to write about

Only because of living through nightmares have I dreamed to support others who are still stuck on that cold, damp street of struggles

Only because of the pain have I learned how to heal my wounds

 Only because I once wanted an apology have I become thankful

Only because I was discarded like trash have I treasured my life


Even if it breaks a man, going through painful times and recovering make it easier for the next time

And teach you things you couldn’t know by stepping on others or having an easy life


It’s a struggle I’m happy I was given

© 2017 SinisterPotatoe (Jack)

Author's Note

SinisterPotatoe (Jack)
This is how I feel about my life. I slowly gained more and more, and then I lost everything slowly and had to rebuild. But rebuilding my life made it far stronger than it ever was in my past.

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

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A well-constructed poem to inspire everyone whom themselves are going through suffering and considering suicide. The words will hit the readers just as hard as it hit yourself.

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Posted 8 Months Ago

I love how you write about your illness. You don’t mince words or hide from the pain but you recognize the process it takes to get to a better place. You can help so many people. Keep writing!

Posted 8 Months Ago

Thanks for entering my contest! This is such a deep poem and it really hits my heart. Congratulations!

Posted 10 Months Ago

Sounds like a a painfully and even miserable path. Even though you went through a lot. Sounds like it was the trals that really showed you what you really had left. A lovely introduction. I enjoyed it a lot

Posted 1 Year Ago

Love the narrative and details within the poem! I can feel the emotions and feelings you have written in this poem! Thank you for submitting this for the inspiration contest!

Posted 1 Year Ago

This poem is so narrative and detailed. You caught my feelings with your poem. You motivated me. Keep writing! Good job.

Posted 1 Year Ago

more! more! you should seriously consider turning this into a free form novel. have you read A Million Little Pieces by James Fray? Reminded me of his style. You have an amazing story to tell. Your vantage point of appreciation despite constant struggle is rare.

Posted 1 Year Ago

great story,i guess misery likes company

Posted 1 Year Ago

Wow, and a huge rounds of applause from me....
You lived and shown what life is....
Suffering the pain and waking up with much strength makes a man....Struggles, pains, heart breaks are truly necessary to grow...
I loved it...:)

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on April 26, 2017
Last Updated on May 23, 2017
Tags: Even, if, itbreaks, a, man, struggle, street


SinisterPotatoe (Jack)
SinisterPotatoe (Jack)

Burlington, Halton, Canada

For those who wonder why I have a silly username, I've been using this name because I find it funny. Potatoes are never really that sinister. The e on the end of potato is because I'm a potato with to.. more..


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