My Thoughts In Poetry

Suffocating Silence

The silence is suffocating.

It feels as though I can hardly breathe.

I try to fill the void of silence with music from my phone, but the silence drowns the sound out.

The silence is the loudest sound in the room.

The darkness of this room, oh how the silence lurks around me.

The suffocating silence, the hatred it has for me.

It wants me to think of it, it wants me to think of my life.

Oh how I despise the suffocating silence.

Won't it leave me?

The music stops playing, I begin singing.

Those songs that seemed happy in front of my family now seem so lonely, saddening.

I can't take the pounding in my chest, the suffocation - the lack of oxygen going to my lungs, so I bring my knees up to my chest, rocking myself softly.

Then that silence brings tears to my eyes, shoving those thoughts in my mind.

That suffocating silence got its way, that silence I hate.

Those thoughts I kept locked in a box come to me as though they're flooding.

That silence laughs, my tears slowly drowning me.

And the saddest part, that suffocating silence hugs me tightly, says "I'm here." and those words comfort me.

The saddest part, is that I don't get upset that the suffocating silence is there for me.

I get upset that I still smile that sad smile that kills me inside, and allow those tears to fall while that suffocating silence is there to comfort me.

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Thoughts?

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Rosa Vazquez.