In Circles
A loop of darkness, rescue, and the constant fight to stay alive.
I slip. I fall.
You grab my hand and pull me out.
I slip. I fall. I sink.
Again you grab my hand and pull me out.
I slip. I sink.
You grab my hand, you won’t let me fall, you pull me out.
I sink deeper.
Just let me go, I can’t anymore.
— “No, it’s not your time to die.
You must live this life with me.”
You grab my hand, you pull me out.
It’s so dark. It’s so hard. It’s so deep.
Someone put stones on my chest.
I can’t breathe. I can’t fight anymore.
I really can’t.
A thousand ways to end my life run through my head.
Now it’s easier, because you’re so close.
Every day is a risk. Every day is a gamble.
Russian roulette.
I fought when it was the hardest.
I can’t anymore.
I slip. I fall.
“No, you won’t.”
You grab my hand and pull me out.
You grab my hand and pull me out.
Constantly. In circles.
Where do you get your strength?
Why? Why me?
Breathe. You will survive.
It will pass.
She will reach you.
About the Creator
Branislava Gombarevic
I write from the edge of the mind, where light ends and silence begins. My words are dark, sharp, and a little sick—truth hidden in fear. I explore broken souls, twisted stories, and survival that feels like drowning.
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