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She whispered to me, in the hush of the night,  
A wish that cut deep, like a blade through the light.  
“When I’m gone,” she said, with a trembling breath,  
“Let the world stay asleep, unaware of my death.”

No tears to be shed, no cries in the dark,  
No mourning, no words, no flame to a spark.  
This burden is yours, in the shadows to keep,  
A silence so heavy, it crushes my sleep.

How do I hold this, a sorrow so vast,  
When memories of her are all that I have?  
My heart is a tomb, where her name is etched,  
A secret, a vow, that’s forever stretched.

I carry her absence, a wound in my chest,  
Each beat a reminder, that she’s laid to rest.  
But no one will know, not a soul will be told,  
In the still of the night, this pain forever grows.

My brother, my sister, they laugh and they live,  
Unaware of the grief I’ve no choice but to give.  
I walk with a shadow, a ghost by my side,  
In a world that moves on, while I break down inside.

A mother’s last wish, so quiet, so deep,  
Leaves me alone in a sorrow to keep.  
In the silence, I drown, in the dark, I remain,  
Bound by her love, in this infinite pain.
My tongue stays tied around my throat.
It forms an unbreakable noose around my neck.
I choke on my words.
Hanging the sentences I've not yet found.

Thoughts race past like speeding cars.
Yet I remain speechless...
I can't speak...

How can my mind hold all these questions but no answers.
All these new ideas, but no idea how to execute them.
I remain speechless.

I grab at the air in hopes of better days,
'cause all I seem to get is bitter days.
I am too young to grow cold...
This noose tightens the more I dissolve and suppress.
I need to find words for that which troubles me and show no neglect.
I must find the voice that has evaded me.
I have not written in many years. Starting up again. some of the things I will post are works in progress and will be tweaked...
I am not my authentic self.
just a husk.
A husk is all that is left of me.

Pained and Broken I am.
Cold and ****** I am.
Lost and Alone I am.

Days pass and my true self has not been found.
Help me...
Help me find myself in this sea of confusion...
I look into the mirror and all that stares back is a faceless creature.
He mimics my every move. Like a mime behind glass.
Who is this creature staring at me through this mirror.


Confused I am.
Broken I am.
Something tells me, this creature is too.
I often find myself lost. not knowing who I am anymore. Finding me has been a journey. I will get there someday.
I'm not the best at this writing thing. But I am trying.
The youth have been conflicted
By things that cannot be depicted
But in this piece I will attempt it.
In modern day life,
The youth have been quite misunderstood
There are a few reasons see:
We are brought into a world filled with lies
And as time flies by
We realize
That the world has been cold for a long time.
Stress is being put on our shoulders and we don’t know why.
We’re still young and need time to strive.
Please tell me why the older generations break us down…
We are constantly under attack by our parents, teachers and the elderly.
We are expected to act grown but we are treated like children.
They say we lack discipline.
They say we are not in touch with nature.
They say we are politically and socially apathetic.
But they fail to note the fact that the youth have strong voices that speak out to the world but don’t get acknowledged.
There is nothing wrong with the youth,
We just face different problems that older generations did not.
We are a product of our society.
But where do our voices go?
They tell us “sit down kid, you don’t know what you’re talking about”.
Or
“I know better because I’ve been alive longer”.
Shame…
The world is cold
And it just keeps getting colder.
Don’t you know?
We were birthed to reverse the mistakes that were made on this earth.
Our voices girth the world in an effort to reinforce the words of the greats before us.
Efforts ignored become youth’s frustration.
Society says we act up.
But in fact, we are just struggling to be heard.
When will we be heard?
What are we worth?
When will the youth of today gain the ability to speak?

-Willie Rios-Gonzalez
Wrote this when i was a freshman in high school. There were a lot of issues bothering me, so i wrote about the main thing.
If you Aspire to be successful and Dedicate yourself,
Then you will meet your Goals.
However, If you succeed
And fill yourself with Greed,
You are living a life full of Failure.

-Willie Rios-Gonzalez

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