Suffocate Me

I'd rather you choke me
Than have you lie to my face
I'd rather you drown me
Than feel you shudder from my embrace

Just suffocate me
If you don't love me
I just keep dying
I can't breathe already

I'd rather you slit my wrists
Than falsely hold and squeeze my hand
I'd rather you smother me
Than hear you say you completely understand

Just suffocate me
If you don't love me
I'm a dying flame
I can't breathe already

You words are beginning to bleed through
And once you start this with me
You know I won't be through with you

So just suffocate me
I know you don't love me
I don't need you
And I can't breathe...

Author's Note

This is for all the people who have been told by someone that their loved by them, and then have been turned on... and forgotten.

Reviews

[Shantel Moore]

i love this poem it is so amazing and i can totally relate

[r]

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Wow. I love this poem. The emotions are so strong and I love the way you worded everything. Simply an amazingly beautiful piece of work.

[David W Moore III]

The anger at loss seems focused outward but watch that it doesn't turn canibal. It can consume you quicker than you'd expect.

[Charles]

Yeah, I can see what you mean...

[nightmask]

reminds me of my relationship with my mother allot, because i hate her allot at times and i feel like she hates me too and lies when she claims she loves me

[Senseless whatever]

Great write. The emotions of anger and loss are foaming off the screen. Anyone that has loved and not had the feeling returned can surly relate to this piece.