Note: Rewrite of the 01/19/12 entry of something else I have that I'm calling "Killer." It's not as clear or as detailed as the original entry because I had to take stuff out, like names of the actual people. I'm talking about multiple things/people here. Sorry if a few parts may be unclear since it doesn't have all of the information of the original entry, but "Killer" is a lot more personal and it's something I'm only letting a couple of people see. This doesn't even have the same ending as the original. I hope you uh, enjoy?, it all the same.
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Out of all of the weekends I can remember
I can’t remember any
Sure, I can recall events
But they were nothing important
But I’m determined to commit this weekend to memory
It's the best I can recall
Yet, I still breakdown
- Here: half-mad
- Here: in school, working, doing well
but always tired
- There: in debt, unsure of everything,
but completely in love with his child
- Away: first one to really leave
- Not found: he never understands
I'm saddened
and don't know how to deal with it all
Everything was completely unforeseen
and so much of it was undesired
I feel like I'm the only one who sees all the unhappinesses
They cling to me and are heavy
They wrap themselves around my ankles and weigh me down
Pulling me beneath the water, into the depths
Where they get a grip on my throat and don't let me breathe
I know I have it so good
I have so much more than most could ever ask for
or even dream of
It's life and we should move forward
But sometimes I just need a break,
To break down
I get tired,
like right now
And sometimes I just need some sort of comfort
I can't hold it all in for forever
Even if I break down,
I'll remember it all
because it's the best I can recall
And life will not allow me to break down for forever
01/29/12

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Poems (2012)
Poesía...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...