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Tess Feb 2019
I stare at the stars at night
And I think about you
About your smile
And how you played with me

You were a lovely person
You made me happy
You helped me hide while playing
A game of hide and seek

But you were sick
You had breathing troubles they said
They kept you in a room
Connected to machines and tubes

I visited you once
You didn't recognize me
You couldn't speak
You just stared

And then one day
You left us
And joined the stars
But I still love you

And I know
You're watching over me
And I'm sorry
If I've ever disappointed you

But I know you love me
And I love you too grandpa
I love you so much
You have no idea
My grandfather passed away 10 years ago. This is dedicated to him.
:)
Tess Feb 2019
Sleep.
A word I dislike.
Something I don't do.
A word for cowards.

For the people,
That are afraid
Of the dark
And dislike the truth.

They sleep,
When others,
Others who I like to call
Warriors

These warriors
They wait for nightfall
To chase their dreams
And to be who they want to be

And cowards sleep
While the warriors scream
And cry in desperate
Struggling to win their war.

And when dawn arrives,
And shines light on the world,
The cowards wake
While the warriors hide
  Jan 2019 Tess
SophiaAtlas
What if I told you
I want to die?
That i’m tired of living,
Of being alive?

What if I told you
It gets worse at night?
The thoughts get louder,
And nothing is right?

What if I died?
Would you even cry?
Would you even care?
If I took my own life?
Tbh.... I kinda wrote this for my ex....he doesn’t have an account on here so don’t try to find him on here....but this is kind of what I want to ask him.
  Jan 2019 Tess
Abi Cash
It controls her
She can't stop it
It's a constant battle
She can't drop it

It has become a habit
She can't quit
It's taking over her body
Bit by bit

The scars fade
But the memories don't
She wants them to leave
But they refuse.. They won't

It's an on going battle.
It's a fight she never wins
It's a constant struggle
It's a war that never ends

It's her sweet escape
It gets her lost in her own place
She gets to control the pain
As her adrenaline starts to race

She grabs it off the dresser
As a tear falls from her cheek
She presses even harder
Reminding herself not to shriek

No one understands
No one ever will
This habit now controls her
As the world around her stands still

But now the room is spinning
Her head is getting light
She falls back in her bed
Refusing to put up a fight

She takes one last breath as she turns out the lights
Then she closes her eyes as she calls it a night
No one ever understands my scars
  Jan 2019 Tess
Little Red
One chance to live

a million ways to die

So what is the reason

For us being alive?
Polar opposite of the poem "Point"
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