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The Dark Tunnel
I am seeing the dark tunnel again.
I am trying to avoid it.
It has a gravitational pull on me.
I hold on to the sides but it’s still trying to suck me in.
I try to claw my way back but there’s no use, I have to give up.
I have to exchange you with tears.
I am floating into nothingness.
Space and time no longer exists.
The tunnel is soundproof, so no one will hear me cry.
I can’t ask for help because I have crossed the threshold of helpless.
The deeper I go the more I lose my grip with reality.
I am paranoid and petrified with my sorrow.
I don’t know when this is going to end.
I don’t know how this is going to end.
Each time it’s different.
I can’t explain why this always happens.
I just know that it does.
The dark tunnel appears without warning and consumes me.
I try to fight but it’s too strong for me to win.
It taunts me with the possibility of passing all of the way through.
It makes me feel like I am going to break free.
However, it stops me in the middle.
And pulls me right back to the beginning.
Another bipolar episode has formed.