Poetry-The Unspoken Words

Poem_5_Underwater

Breathing is the only thing,

Keeping me alive,

And all I can think of,

Is cutting that lifeline.

You should know,

But I can't say,

All I can do,

Is get through the day.

They say there is always,

Light at the end of the tunnel..

But there's more in my cave,

Than a kid can unpuzzle.

But tell me why I feel like this,

Living in all kinds of bliss.

Keeping to myself too much..

Heaven knows I'm sick of this.

If only a hand can pull me out,

Save me and take me far,

But I can't call for help, I can't shout

Loud enough for a start.

Then I ask myself, why?

Why did I drown so deep?

Why do I still breathe?

Why did it have to be me?

But if the stars can't tell,

What I can't say..

Then I don't think,

It's the rightful pain.

If the stars can't show,

What I can't display,

But I'm not well,

Am I living in vain?

And if people say,

It's so ordinary,

Then I don't think

I have the right to complain...

Why do I feel like an outcast?

With loving friends and family,

It's a minor cause of a downcast,

But it still cuts me so deeply...

I wish I could speak up,

And raise my voice.

Speak for all the people,

That didn't have a choice.

But I chose drowning.

It was fun being underwater.

So painfully mesmerizing,

Before swimming up became harder.

That's all in my head,

But in this harsh reality..

I'm cut by threads,

And breathing is not as lively...

I don't know if this is even good... I just wrote it in like 5 minutes.

~From the Heart