Pictures, songs and memories
not much to say about this one... it's poetry. Or something like that. english still isn't my native tongue and it's not beta-read...
It's not like
I'd really want to feel that way.
It's not like
I'd love going back... there.
It's not like
I'd do it on purpose.
It always happens involuntarily.
Seeing a picture -
on pure coincidence -
starts pulling me down.
Reading something, anything at all,
that reminds me of the past in any way,
drags me even further down.
Listening to music
and suddenly they play one song or another,
that's letting me fall..
Down into the familiar darkness.
And all that happens coincidentally.
No chance for me to escape,
not a single straw
I could hold onto.
Because all those beloved people around me,
they're having their own problems
or situations they're in.
I don't want to add additional burden to theirs.
I don't want to impose myself on them.
I don't want to be a burden.
All of a sudden,
everything's back.
All of a sudden,
I'm pulled back down.
And no one's there for the rescue.
I'm having no other possibility
as to fall, then,
as I'm not strong enough
to pull myself out.