Commas at the end of lines

It's a collection of poems and verses from many different moments in my life. They are not exactly good, or special, or important, or of consequence. Some seem like songs, some sound like poor rhymes. They are part of the struggle of writing my heart out, of meaning something beyond the outskirts of my navel. Read them, criticize them, judge them, like them or hate them...

If possible, I will present the dates of each part. Some are the best translation of what I think and/or believe, some are just exercises in playing with words and others have been inspired by people and events surrounding me.