I'm exhausted...
Deeply sincerely tired...
How do I still have strength to continue,
When I have no one to admire?The idiot I was,
The idiot I am now;
I keep letting my emotions get to me,
Yet I don't know how.Now I can't feel love,
Now I don't know who to trust;
Every time I have something awesome,
It just ends up like rust.I feel defeated,
I feel depressed;
I feel anxious,
I feel like a mess.The Puerto Rican Idiot,
Yeah that's me,
The one who claimed to kill the poetic side,
And is now making poems to feel free.From Contradiction to My Obsession,
I really make no sense;
I guess it's because of all the damage I had,
Due to the lack of defense.As my heart grow colder,
Hard as a stone;
I'm now an idiot who can't socialize IRL,
But can easily talk on the phone.HoundRebel is me,
JLCC was the poet;
I guess I have to take his place now,
I have to make the most for it.I miss writing cheesey love poems,
I miss having someone to make happy;
I miss those good old days,
Where I didn't constantly feel crappy.I can't love anymore,
But I sure as hell miss it;
But I guess everything has it's time,
So I need to stay patient a bit.As time runs down,
I need to make every second count;
A third time is a charm,
I know I can win this bout...
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