Suffocation
I hate this type of cry.
All I do is try.
Every good deed-
Inevitably never comes back to me.
I suffocate in the person I long to be.
You see;
It’s significantly complicated.
My confidence has officially been deflated.
It seems as though the more I try,
It’s a silent cry.
I suffocate in my own good-bye.
I feel like I’m drowning.
I’ve come to realize I excel in the art of frowning.
The more I fake smiling.
I suffocate in my own culpability.
It’s like I’m underwater.
Excluded laughter, I’m just a floating particle of matter;
I don’t matter.
I’ve become so distant.
The blurring lines are no longer innocent.
I think I’m at the top when it becomes clear as though,
I suffocate in my own sorrow.
I feel like I’m drowning.
When underwater I’m accompanied,
But it’s no doubt I’m the only one struggling to breathe.
For I am unable to conceive;
How much of a burning desire I have to leave:
The bottom.
I am suffocating.
My intentions have always been good.
My enemy is a hood.
For it covers me and constantly overlooks.
It’s become a burden I cannot disregard.
Perhaps it is me?
It’s become more apparent that my heart;
Is only a fraction of what it used to be.
I suffocate in myself, you see.