“Why, Why, Why?”” is what I cried to myself,

The pressure I feel is unbearable,

Stress,Tears; Mom consoles my wary mind,

Inevitably not being enough,

I cry and cry; the cycle repeating,

“he’s in a better place,”my mom whispers.

My ears strain to hear these distant whispers,

I scramble to remain true to myself,

I cry and work, the cycle repeating,

The pain is almost too unbearable,

I ignore my desperate cries, “Enough,”

I yell for an outlet to ease my mind.

9th grade, the year I kinda lost my mind,

I lost; all that remained were low whispers,

There was no room left, I had felt enough,

No one knew the struggle; me vs. myself.

The constant loss was unbearable.

The sight of fresh tears always repeating.

Gloomy mourning; a dusk of repeating

the events that plagued my young, weary mind,

Seeing the bright side was unbearable

Without him. I was only a whisper

of what I truly wanted for myself.

These emotions were more than enough to

Make me wonder if life was ever enough,

Life, death; limitless in its repeating,

I kept my melancholy to myself,

I didn’t want anyone to pay mind

to my weeping heaps of quiet whispers,

The silence proved to be unbearable.

In this world, nothing is too unbearable,

My prayers for freedom prove to be enough,

No more hurried, worried, blissless whispers,

I pray to end the unending repeating

of images of sadness that plague minds,

I ask for bright memories of him and myself;

Unbearable; the phone call repeating in

My mind, “Where’s Papa?”; I lost him, “Enough!!”

Whisper no more, I listen to myself.