Depression Emancipated Poem by Kat Smith

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