Suffocation,its just a feeling.
Not the type when you're deep under the ocean, with water filling your lungs,
Not the type when you're in a galaxy of burning stars surrounded by a void of unbreathable air.
Suffocation, the type where you sit in the corner of your room, wrapping your spine between your delicate hands.
Your knees, taking shelter in your chest.
Your head held up so high,
Not because of pride,
But because the tears won't stop drowning every inch of you.
Because your mouth is trying to take in every last bit of breath.
Because your hair is a silk veil that covers what is now left in ruins.

This kind of suffocation.
The one where you can't take breaths to stay alive.
The one where your lungs are so empty for you to scream, to shout so they can notice your pain.
This is the kind of suffocation where you're amongst people yet feeling everything so deeply.
They ask you to laugh, but they don't know that once you try to move your lips, you will suffocate.