stuck

It's strange. I never thought it were true. But it is. It's there. I can feel it. I know it. Sometimes I can see it. So it's definitely there. But why. Why is it there? Why did it get there? WHY WON'T IT LEAVE? If someone doesn't want something why would they still have it. Throw it away. Get rid of it. Make it stop. But it doesn't. It reaches up and takes hold of everything. It grasps everything. It doesn't let go. It won't let go. And then it sinks it. It becomes accepted. The fighting stops and it become accepted. It becomes you. But then, out of nowhere, it lets go, for just a second and then it grabs back on. But hope arises and the fight continues once again. But this time it's more violent. The blows are harder and the mind overflows with confusion. It gets cloudy, so cloudy that nothing is visible. And it repeats. Over and over until it becomes routine. Until it becomes to much. And then, and then.....you're trapped. You're trapped. You are trapped. I am trapped.