The Unknown

⚠️ Content Warning: This poem discusses depression and suicide. Please take care while reading. If you’re struggling, you are not alone — help is available. In France, you can call 3114, the national suicide prevention hotline (free, 24/7).

The heaviness of my eyes,
starts to fall on the ground.

Dragging my mind in to the depths
of the unknown.

Seeking, searching for a hint of light
out of the nothingness.

I blink, once, nothing.

I blink, twice, still nothing.

The emptiness of the unknown
is starting to sink in,

Dragging me deeper
in this endless tunnel.

I sense him surrounding me,
and he starts to hold me,
with its huge hands.

Grasping on my neck
like a tight rope, twisting and pulling.

Choking me, inhaling everything out of me,
or what’s left of me, that is.

Out of breath, panting.

He’s letting me go, for now,
leaving me with all these scars,
and letting me venture in this torturous endless path.

But I know he’ll come back for me.

He always comes back for more,
torturing me once again,
with his bare hands,

and leaving me, finally, a lifeless corpse.

Original Date Posted: 12 December 2012