I can see it
feel it
Its tendrils climbing on air towards me
I scream but all are too far too hear me
I am far away from everything
all of it
heaven and earth
everything
even I am too far away from myself to see my own reflection
I scream again
they're coming too close
and I can't do this
I can't fight it
I don't want to fight any more
no more treatment
god just no more of it
this
these tendrils
depression let free
emancipated
gone wild
It consumes me
Its eating me alive
i
can't fight
no longer can I wage a war
and fight battles
that I’m bound to lose
dear god,
I’m falling
I can’t do this any more
my mind is still fighting
only now its fighting me
its cold
the ground
I’m only six feet under
but I am already in the permafrost layer
The blood its spilling out again
I’m soaking in it
I’m confined
nowhere to go
nowhere for the blood too go
Im drowning in myself
All is darkness
The pain all the pain
too much
I let go
Its nothing im proud of
but I let go
I’m in free fall
the air I’m falling through is thin
Its too late
dear god,
Its too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem