Her Tears

She sits at 3 am wondering why

The marks don't fade on her cheeks

Why tears are like tattoos permanently etched to her skin

She scratched but doesn't win, they are there forever

How she wished her lips could kiss

Away the the scars like our parents did

When we were young and wild

Telling us that our pain would become

Theirs, our little minds believed it

Now nobody takes our nightmares away

Cause parents are too strict

Scared to listen to our shit, but our words

Are lost in dialect, clink 1 for English

Cause nobody is listening

It's an automated voicemail, saying please call back in an hour

But an hour's too late, her eyes water

She can't get through to the parents who birthed her

She wonders why they never tried to get to know her

Cause when they do it isn't proper, she must be behave

Yet they don't see the bags under her eyes, saying schools to hard to survive

But maybe it's the thoughts she cannot hide

Cause they didn't want to listen, they didn't want to hear those words

Come out of their perfect child's mouth

They wanted to believe she was perfect, that when they heard her crying during the night it was nothing

When they saw scars, it was the cat

But they never had a cat

When she sits there in the dark while claws

Of loneliness dig into our thighs; angry

And mad reminding her of the only

Friends she had

The darkness holding her tightly, while

Her parents sleep in bed

Like a puppet on a string, pulling her along

Guiding her down a path, filled with thorns

No remorse as they smiled their wicked smile

As her parents yell at her for the choices she made, regret fills her inside

She watched her tears become fuel 

For nights of endless insomnia

Listening to the sound of the clock

Ticking in the background

Shadows on the wall move

The breathing of the person next to you

That you cannot see

The feelings emitting from your chest

That will not leave, close to exploding

Your  so damn close to exposing the nightmares

Behind your vocal cords, lost in a mind

Filled of pain, trying to break free from a cage

Years of the same routine,

Depression holding you in, but letting you go 

Just for you to grasp the taste of happiness, until it pulls you back into the darkness

The abyss of hell called your thoughts

Where your taunted

Your not safe anymore, filled with 

Terrifying images you cannot ignore

Yet you smile and keep quiet

Convince yourself you're okay

Cause nobody will stay and listen

Cause when you speak, you should get help

If you yell, your going through a faze

It'll change, but when?

By pills prescribed by a doctor 

Which makes you feel inhuman

Or blood dripping from the bathroom floor

From a blade buried deep in the back of your mind

Be medicated or give in

Suffer or be insane

Life is a endless pain machine

That she can barely live in

Yet she chooses to stay alive

Because of the eyes of those she loves

Yet she just wants somebody to listen

To the pain she feels inside

Cause who else will listen

During those dark and lonely nights

Listen to the painful words, you don't want to know

Cause without the light, the darkness becomes her only friend

Written by: Teha Brown