Polaroid Poems

Poem #33// Depths

There isn't always a reason.
There isn't always a trigger.
There isn't always something wrong.
There isn't always a bully or a backstabber or a mean girl.

It just happens.
It fights us, not the other way around.
It haunts you in the dark.
It hunts you down during the day.
It knocks you down.
It grabs you be the foot.
It doesn't let you go.
It follows you home.
You have no choice but to listen.
It drags you down.
It hurts you.

We are left in darkness.
We are left talking to only the voices in our minds.
We are left losing control.
We are left fending for ourselves.
We are left to wander, to feel nothing, to no longer care.

We can't find the light.
We can't hide from the darkness in the backs of our minds.
We can't run from ourselves.
We can't escape our own mind, our own prison.
We can no longer help ourselves.
We are left to surrender, not to you, but to ourselves.

There is an emptiness inside.
There is a hollow feeling.
There is nothing left to do.
There is no one who can help.
There is no one who understands.
There is no reason to be happy anymore.

Sometimes there isn't always a reason.
Sometimes there is a darkness.
Sometimes it creeps from the depths of your mind, the endless sea of your soul.
Sometimes it finds you when you least expect it.
Sometimes it swallows you whole, consumes you as one.
Sometimes it leaves you feeling powerless.

And sometimes we lose the will to fight back.
~a.k.

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Because people will never truly understand.