SuffocatingA Poem by Savannah B.A poem I wrote after losing someone I thought was my friend, before realizing it actually was not my fault. (17 April 2017)
Chaos is always surrounding me like a blanket...
No, that sounds too comforting. It's more like a cloud of poisonous gas following me around, choking anyone who gets near me. And I don't try to destroy things or hurt anyone with my own hands. I try so hard to cleanse the polluted air around me. Or at least hand out some masks to protect the lungs of the people I start to care for. But it always sneaks in and creeps through to suffocate them anyway and leave me alone to watch. I'm starting to think maybe I wasn't put here to make people's lives better like I so desperately wanted to as a child. Make someone smile every day. Heal someone. Bandage up souls. No. I haven't been able to do that for quite some time now. It seems I am made to make people question themselves and break them into oblivion. I don't do it myself, so it's not my fault, right? Wrong. It's my fault for thinking I can get that close to people and assuming things will be different. Maybe I was not made for the pearly gates. Maybe the fires await me. Or maybe I am meant to walk around this earth forever, living a thousand miserable lives. Maybe there is no escape, there is no end. Is there anyone out there who is immune to this poison? There has to be. I couldn't have hurt everyone, right? Or maybe with some people the process is much slower, and I will watch them perish too. I don't want to. © 2017 Savannah B.Author's Note
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Added on August 13, 2017 Last Updated on August 13, 2017 Tags: Fake friends, friendship, losing someone, losing yourself, feeling inadequate AuthorSavannah B.AboutI go to an art university for a degree in Art Education. Expression fascinates me. My posted work so far is just some poems I have written since I was young to present day. Possibly some autobiogra.. more..Writing
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