Suffocating

I am suffocating.

Your words of disappointment and disapproval

surround me and suck the air out of my lungs to

the point where I’ve even forgotten I can breathe.

But death would just be an easy way out.

So you release your verbal grip and back away

while I choke on the tears trickling down my face.

I haven’t had enough.

I grab your hand slamming it on my bleeding chest,

hoping, no I’m f*****g begging, you’ll listen

and hear my heart screaming out your name like

the helpless child you’ve forced me to become.

But sympathy would just be an easy way out.

So you threaten me with the deprivation of you

and I struggle to stand on my own two bruised

and swollen feet.

I just want to feel.

So I pull you down and place your fingers around

my throat so that you can do it all again. And I fall limp,

a victim, to your possession while I open my mouth

so that you can spit in my scripted words.

But it’s okay, it’s what I make you do, right?

So I close my eyes and let it all suffocate me again.

Reviews

[sette]

VERY PAINFUL POEM, BUT I CAN RELATE WITH IT. SOMETIMES PAIN MAKES YOU STRONGER BUT OFTEN TIMES IT IS THE OPPOSITE.