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Tess Oct 2018
The sun shines bright
And so does the moon.

But the sun hides behind the moon,
And helps in shining light on the dark

They work together,
To keep us in light

To never let us experience darkness.
Because they know,

They've seen things,
Felt things.

But whatever it is that they saw,
They do not wish for us to experience it.

Because they think we deserve light,
And not the dead dark.
  Oct 2018 Tess
stranger
I live in a world of encrusted lies.
In a world of hellos that never come again after goodbyes
.
A world where they say you can't do anything right before you're worthless
.
I live in a world of constant distress.
A world where we choose hahas over *******
A world where we wait for red to turn into blue
.
I live in a world of worries
Where nobody gives a **** unless they're inside your story
.
A world of pretty lies and unspoken truths
A world with philosophy questioning our never ending route
.
What's a lie they say
Because they say at least one everyday.
But they're good aren't they?
I've been wrapped up in them for the past decade.
I'll drown in them by the time I'm 30.
Die with them when my coffin waits for me.
Been lied to since I was 2
Tess Oct 2018
I'm sorry.
For the way I've been.
Like you said, I'm a sailboat in the middle of an ocean.
Water surrounding me on all sides.
Knowing, there is no way out.
I watch the days turn to nights, and nights to days.
The cycle goes on forever.
Sometimes the moons light gives me hope.
But the clouds cover over it,
Just as I was beginning to get hopeful.
Sometimes I like to curl up in my little boat,
and count the stars at night.
But I never make it to the end,
Just like how I won't in this world.
But I see you,
In the distance,
Coming towards me in your strong ship.
You're coming to rescue me.
But the waves are too strong,
And they take you away from me.
So I sit back down once again,
And stare at the night sky,
Waiting for the clouds to shift.
This poem is dedicated to my best friend and our friendship which is slowly crumbling, no matter how hard we try to put it back together.
This is also a reply poem to the one she wrote to me first.
Tess Oct 2018
"You need help"
"I know"

"Then why don't you ask for it?"
"Because they wouldn't understand"

"How do you know that if you haven't tried?"
"Because they are society. They never understand"
Tess Oct 2018
We are made up of stardust
Or so they say

I look down at my hands
And see they are glittering

Is it glitter?
But no, It' not coming off

Shining radiantly
Almost as if It's a dream

But It's not possible
My mind says so

But the voice in my head
Tells me

To stop for a while
And let my imagination run wild.
Tess Sep 2018
I keep writing
But I can't find the right words
To get out this feeling in my chest
I feel sick
And I cannot think straight
Oh, how I wish everything would go
Back to the way it was.
I wish I was happy
I wish I could at least fix it.
But I'm broken now
Like you, and everybody else
And we can't be fixed anymore.
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