Breathing in the Suffocation
I can take your pain away;
wish that you could always stay,
but how selfish would it be
forever innocent with me?
Let's go back to a good day;
we could wait right here and play.
Let me make your pain all mine,
and fix your shattered frame of mind.
Evert tears a drop of rain.
Leave the past, but it remains.
They get the wrong impression;
breathing in the suffocation.
Your life isn't a waste;
you aren't worthless, you have a name.
Through your trough, I'm by your side
when you fell lonely; trapped inside.
Always knew to hold your tongue,
and be polite to everyone.
I breath your pain; just like you,
and suffocate, so you don't, too.
Every tears a drop of rain.
Leave the past, but it remains.
They get the wrong impression;
breathing in the suffocation.
Author's Note: I'd like to add that this poem is not a sad one. Instead, I use
negative words in a positive format. I want the reader to know this, because
it can be very easy to misunderstand; which is actually what I am going for
in the poem. People are so misunderstood, and when you can't get your point
across, it can be excruciatingly frustrating-causing depression. "Breathing in
the suffocation" is an oxymoron I made. It is also a metaphor; the suffocation
being a pain or burden someone must endure for whatever reason. When
you take in (breath) pain, it can feel like suffocation; you feel like it may never
end, but in the end, it will.
Know you are heard.
Know you are important.
Know you are loved.