Jacqueline Montanez

This Is How It Goes

This poem was written by a close friend of mine. He deserves the credit for it and I'm posting it so the world can see his passion for poetry.

This is how it goes, I just don't see how I gotten in this position. How I'm in this slump that seems impossible to get out of, i'm just so f'n depressed, I wander through the broken doors just staring at the ground without making eye contact cuz I don't want any conversation with no one, now I trust no one feelin' nothin' but sorrow and remorse f'k i just don't know how all this happened it seemed so quick like cuttin' someone's throat, all I want right now is to be alone to be able to find myself before I can reach out to someone to make a connection, scared of being in love again but now I don't give my heart to anyone because no one is worth giving it to, man i just wish I could find something to pull me back up but since that very day in the beginning for how this all start i've been hating myself not like anything about the person who I am, i'm tired of people trying to tell me they undeerstand how i feel or tell me it's going to be alright no one knows what i have to go through or all the pain i have stored up inside along with all the tears I wasted these past years, but i know for a fact that I will always be by myself from beginning to end

-David Moreno

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2009

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  • Sans Serif (8/31/2009 12:00:00 PM)

    I actually understand the situation. I commend his strength though. Tell him it really speaks to people. Good poem.

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  • Zainab Amjad (8/28/2009 12:52:00 PM)

    I so know what he's saying!

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