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I can't that's it My heart has been into broken roads and false promises. I'm tired of believing in them I need a brake a long brake so my wounds can heal  and my walls can build up again so no one can have the pleasure of breaking me again. This time, I'll be ready

Under my bed I hid the word "suicide" like dirt below rocks No one knew No one noticed It was just me and little mr knife visiting me like a prophet with its words. I was the perfect listener to his hypnotizing blade. I was still, with its touch. It was a secret monster with knowledge of my weak spots. I was young...and stupid. Yet old, with too much knowledge. I stepped away from my loved ones, and became blind to open doors. I was stuck there. In this little bubble, which I pop, but It popped me in every vein Mr Knife wanted. I was gone for so long, I was hurt. I felt like God replaced me into an unknown body. Until one day, I told Mr knife I loved myself too much for this to continue. I put him away, but now, my skin ached for it. So I spent my days screaming for its touch, But I loved myself, so I pormised never to fail again. So I hid it under my bed, Knowing it was there, breathing below me as I slept I kept it near just in case I needed

Do you feel your heartbeat? Is it singing it's favorites song? Can you feel it without putting your hand in your chest? Or do you only feel it in valentines day? See, the ones that get heart attacks are the lucky ones.. They get to feel the organ that was meant to feel Without putting their hands in their chest But at least they get to remember it's there Beating Trying to let you know That you are allowed to feel That men that don't cry are lying to you They do it when you're not watching And the ones that let you see, they actually have cojones to face you And when it's beating faster it means it's screaming at you But you don't listen Your ears are paying too much attention to the cars passing by To the limousine for prom To your wife complaining again To your husband coming late again To that boy In school that never pays attention to you To that girl passing by making you think " maybe I can get some tonight" what happens

So I grabbed my little brother and held him tight. I was trying to block him from seeing the fight between his dad and our mom, I was stuck between getting in the middle of the fight to protect my mom, or get my one year old brother out of his crib so he wouldn’t see the violence. Yet, my brother seemed so defenseless and innocent. I didn’t want his innocence to go away,( mine already had) so I held him tighter. My 9 year old self was protecting a baby from what I shouldn’t be seeing either. But it was time to become the women of the house and the mom at the same time. My mom wasn’t able to be a mom, when someone was amputating her finger off, or be a wife to a monster, so subliminally, I was the mother and the extra victim at the same time. As they screamed and cussed, I just thought of the baby in my arms. Unexpectedly, I lost concentration when my mom screamed hysterically “My finger, my finger! My finger! Mamita, it’s in the floor, please, find it. Please! He yanked it off of me,

No one can express you English in my tongue My tongue already speaks, but does it talk what Amerikans say is real English? With consonants and vowels all over like fish in oxygen swimming in my throat to spit the first "right accent" so behind blue Atlantic eyes and even my own kind wouldn’t be laughter. To choke the arteries of my derived heart from believing I can feel you to then speak you English. I am that Mexican that Amerikans finger point illegal immigrants. Welcome to Mexico! Where all they make is tacos in Taco bell restaurants Where women wear hoop earrings, eat with a wooden spoon and have their hair pulled back with a part in the middle. It’s a place where men lean against a cactus when they sleep, with a sombrero pulled over their eyes and the truth under their sleeves. Stereotypes No one in their right minds would sleep against a cactus. Are you trying to say right minds are not placed in different cultures other than you own? I wis