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.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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