In December

In December

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
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An incomplete song written a few years back after listening to a lot of Nirvana and Evanescence at that time. It was a very dark song that made it difficult to finish.

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In December 

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

I cut myself 
Just to feel
Alive.

Let darkness fall 
in this world 
I'll survive.


I don't know how 
I don't know when
The pain will stop,
Or ever end.

It leaves me..
It leaves me..
Feeling this way...

Broken
Scattered 
Empty
Shattered

Lonely 
Hopeless
Fearful
Useless 

Help me I'm falling faster
A shattered piece of alabaster 

Gone is my Porcelain smile
Unrequited love defiled

All these things
I can't remember 

Whenever raindrops fall
In December...

© 2021 Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


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Author's Note

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
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How frightening and full of despair these words are and yet they are the reality for many who struggle with their emotions on a daily basis. . I have known quite a few young people who cut themselves, simply to feel alive. It is a sad reflection on life today and how difficult it has become for some. Exceptionally expressed. Such beauty in a tragic subject. Wonderful work Carlos. We need far more practitioners in mental health than we have available.


Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

I totally agree Chris. Here in the US there is a rise of teenage suicide. We definitely need to inv.. read more
Wow. The pain is so relatable here, dear sir. Your awesome lines have inspired my own lines:

The cuts are blunt
My skin is coldly somber
The pain is stark
Glowing in me as an ember
When love leaves
It burns into me a hell
No raindrops can quell
Weeping my December

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Very nice job I like those additional lyrics. It really fits the tone of the song as a whole. Nice w.. read more
Hello, Carlos! :)
This is lovely. It has the ache I remember from the 90s. Haha
You've inspired me to write a song inspired by my 90s ache. Happy New Year!


Baking in the sunshine,
Cozy in your bed,
hanging from your lifeline
with a raging in your head...
All those scenes of life go streaking past,
the memories gone wrong,
twisted up and and boiling out
the lyrics of your song.

It's only puberty. Everybody feels it.

Now, grab a pencil sweetheart,
dig it in your arm,
pinch the nerves and twist them out
til you can feel no harm...
All the needs that come and go so fast,
the ripping in your brain,
the proof that innocence can't last
to help you go insane.

It's only puberty. Everybody feels it.

And what's the point of being proud
when bowels loose as we die?
what better way than being loud,
in howling raging "why"?
As the meat turns grey beneath your skin
and time's hooks start to tug,
will you be thinking back on when
and mother's tender hug...

it's only puberty. Everybody feels it.

And the changes never stop.


Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Why are you not posting this on your page, Matt? This is a really nice piece you got here. It total.. read more
mattavelli

2 Years Ago

Well, the song was born here and really doesn't want to move out until it has enough money for a dow.. read more
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Sometimes when you love something you just got to let it go. If it loves you back it will return. If.. read more

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Added on December 29, 2021
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Tags: Sorrow angst sadness rain

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

salinas , CA



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If I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. Also, I would like to add to please pay.. more..

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