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I can remember, if I try very hard, when I was a little boy.

I can remember the wind, as it played through the branches of trees.

I remember the leaves dancing as they fell like snow.

The world was a place of awe, colors, and love.

I can remember when I was a little boy.

 

I still remember, though I have tried hard to forget, when I was a little older.

I can remember His breath, the smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol/

I remember my heart, pummeling so hardI couldn't differentiate between the beats

The world was a scary place for me to be.

I can remember, when I was a little older

 

I can remember, though this memory grows faint, when He broke me.

I can remember His whisper, slithering into my ear like a serpent.

I remember His hands, as they clamped down upon my throat.

This world may not be for me.

I can remember when I thought He broken me.

 

I can remember, and frequently I do, when dillusionment first struck.

I can remember the wind, no longer filled with life.

I remember treetops moaning, at one with my pain.

The world wasn't what I thought it to be.

 

I can remember, though fainter yet still, when I popped my first pill.

I can remember the numbing, the relief, then thrill.

I remember blissful apathy enswirling my mind.

The world didn't matter anymore.

I can remember when myself, I began to kill.

 

I can remember, though it pains me to do, when anger washed over.

I can remember blaming my mother, for something she never knew.

I remember stealing, and swearing, and drinking their booze.

The world didn't love me, which I hated it for.

I can remember when my family was victim to my pain.

 

I can now understand the pain that I've felt.

I can now comprehend the pain I've dealt.

I now feel all the things I buried.

The world never stopped caring.

I remember when I stopped caring for it.

 

Now I am struggling, though so many years passed.

Now I am struggling, and atoning for my past.

I am struggling, but I will outlast.

The world is different now, and I appreciate that.

I remember to keep perspective, and all that I have.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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