Youth is only accepted when the cameras are ready.
Pose for a picture by reason of Getty.
Gone are the days of sticks and stones and spilled milk.
We live in a melting *** that has been dropped and spilt.
This is not an adults swim only.
We will all jump into the pool.
This is not a land of first come, first serve.
I speak cause I’ve got nerve.
Our age is not a reflection of our IQ.
Our age is the tape that covers our mouths.
Our age is not a representation of our wisdom.
We won’t be seen and not heard.
Because our voices are the anthem of a rebellion.
I wrote this because so many adults in my life have tried to keep me from expressing my feelings.
Is this the moment when the skin is peeled back. When everyone can see me. When my days turn into nights. And those nights are cold. When I tell myself to close my eyes and sleep. And hope that I never wake up.
Is this the moment when my body becomes numb and my ears go deaf. Where I continually long for a moment of rest. Where the hopelessness caves in. And I try to tell myself to move before i get crushed. But my body is unable to budge because it is still trying to thaw out from those cold, frozen nights.
Is this the moment when I freeze to death. When I sink so deep that to call it an abyss is an understatement. When the streets are covered and I can’t drive myself to sanity. And your words are thermal, but they aren’t enough to break the ice. Every experience has left me dazed, stunned, stupefied, paralyzed, immobilized, frozen.
This bed is a block of ice and the only thing I can use to cover myself is a sheet of snow.
Is this where I lose all hope. Where I stop opening up to the possibilities of life. Where I forget who I was and where I came from.
I’m so tired of freezing and thawing and crying and feeling and breathing and losing and changing and stopping and falling and running and dying and feeling so empty. I’m so tired of always being asked how I am or if I’m okay or why are you sad or why won’t you talk.
And no I’m not trying to get attention. If I wanted it that badly I’d just **** myself. My fears are not your fears. I’m not afraid of death, yet I don’t want my life to slip out of my hands.
I want to start off by saying that this letter was the hardest for me to write because I have so much to say about you, but I’ll try to do it anyway.
When I first found out that we were related, I was very excited because you seemed like a pretty cool guy to get to know. Little did I know that you would become one of my closest friends. You are more than just a cousin to me, you are the older brother I never had. You have taught me so many life lessons that no one else could teach me.
You have shaped the way I view the world and made me want to be the best I can be. It is hard to follow in your foot steps because you have taken such wide strides. It’s so rare that you find someone who has so many things in common with yourself. And I don’t think that it was a coincidence that our paths crossed.
You have had such an impact on my life that words and money can never repay. George Burns once said “Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.” When you leave Ohio and chase your dreams, I hope that you won’t forget to keep in touch with me. Meeting you has changed my life for the better in so many ways and I know that this is only the beginning of what will become a long friendship.
And while this letter will never be able to represent how much I care about you, I hope that it keeps you from feeling that I don’t.
I wrote this note to one of my friends that is going to college soon and thought it’d be nice to share it with everyone.
I’d love to see my past with more accuracy than memory allows.
View the world from the many perspectives it holds.
Follow the people who never spoke up.
Learn by watching the mistakes made by the men & women before me.
Converse with history’s heroes,
And party with the problem starters.
I’d love to explore what has come before me.
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