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Tess

Runaway

Copyright, Tess

To escape this life I’m living,
Runaway to places far from here
Broken dreams, becoming clear
Break away from the days of harm

The dirty ground becomes home
People shuffle past pretending not to see
And all that is left of me, is this empty body

Silence

Copyright, Tess

Silence, the sound that is so familiar to my ears
Silence is not quite though, it is louder than noise
My mind runs, and thoughts seep into my head,
Thoughts that disrupt the silence,
I’m waiting for that one day of silence
Of no sinful thoughts and actions
Silence is not any sound,
It’s a dry face, a clean arm
A free mind, of untainted thoughts
Beyond the range of a sound
She will never hear the sounds of another’s voice

So harmless in intention,
Ignorant of the pain caused
Lacking all emotion
Innocent words never told
Still ashamed of wrongdoing
Guiltily she opens the mouth of lies
And holds her breath for that second of guitlt
Out of her depth she doesn’t see how far she’s fallen
Self conscious of her scared body, she disappears into her own world
Frightened of what she’s become, vicious and cold
Her body empty, left to vanish
Now abandoned by everyone, she’s untamed
Away from home now, she weeps salty tears
Overwhelmed by emotion
Her wicked and immoral thoughts never stop
Too many tears shed, enough pain seen
A piercing cry, a never ending nightmare
Helplessly she stays, alone

Lonely Nights

Copyright, Tess

All that she lets us see is what she pretends to be
Intoxicated in her room, no longer that little girl
So the bottle gets emptier and her world crumbles
Shattered dreams, run through her mind
Slowly fading away with each sip another memory taken away
Soon her mind is empty of thought, nothing but pain to keep her company
She polishes off the bottle, every last drop
Curls up in her bed, and lets the tears drown her sorrows
So she wakes up for another day, with a thumping headv And goes back to pretending what we want to see
Blind she thinks I am, I do see more than she wants
I’ll be waiting, for the sober day, when she can clearly see

Blind Eyes

Copyright, Tess

As she goes through life everyday
Drifting threw with no feelings no emotions
She has become a ghost of her former self.
Now she is a dead soul trapped inside a broken down body,
She covers up her wounded skin, her mutilated body
Puts her pain away and goes out in the world for another day of drifting.
If only everyone knew the truth, if only everyone could see the pain,
Could they hear her heart throbbing against her chest?
It has bleed and scared more than her body ever will,
She was good now at hiding, it became a game.
Something to do, some days she would slip up, she would break down
People start to notice something, they still don t help her.
If only she keeps avoiding them, maybe they will go away
Everything, the people, the pain, the scars
She doesn t remember a time when her body was unblemished.
When it was clean, it was probably when she was a little girl,
No pain, no knowledge of the torture that life puts you through.
She sees me, she knows
But still nothing

A Disguised Nightmare

Copyright, Tess

Maybe if she can see, if she could feel the terror I do
If she could see what she s doing to me
Can t she feel the pain she causes
Why can t she see the terror in my eyes?
Every night I hope and pray to myself that she will make it through another day
What if she doesn t come back one day
I need her to see how scared I am of losing her.
Maybe if she can see that someone cares, that she is hurting people
Then she will see that there is someone, that she was never alone.
Even when she was in an empty room, we were always there.

Extinguished Pain

Copyright, Tess

And as I sit in the dark,
A spot which has become darker than ever before
I see a streak of light, so small yet it lights up the whole room
I feel the warmth on my skin; it warms my whole body,
The light is welcoming but at the same time it illuminates my scars,
It reminds me of the pain that is still hidden inside me trying to creep out,
So the light may get me out of darkness, it may allow me to see again,
But In the darkness I can t see what I have become, I m just a shadow.
So my scars are lit up like a roaring fire, and it starts to burn.
And the light becomes too much
So the fire is put out and I m back in the darkness, with me and my shadow.
I cannot see what I have become, that s the way I want it to stay.

Deserted Heart

Copyright, Tess

So harmless in intention,
Ignorant of the pain caused
Lacking all emotion
Innocent words never told
Still ashamed of wrongdoing
Guiltily she opens the mouth of lies
And holds her breath for that second of regret
Out of her depth she doesn t see how far she s fallen
Self conscious of her scared body, she disappears into her own world
Frightened of what she s become, vicious and cold
Her body empty, left to vanish
Now abandoned by everyone, she s untamed
Away from home now, she weeps salty tears
Overwhelmed by emotion
Her wicked and immoral thoughts never stop
Too many tears shed, enough pain seen
A piercing cry, a never ending nightmare
Helplessly she stays, alone

 

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