Biography of Tess Connor
A low self-esteemed high school girl. Find myself in a new, deeper pit of depression each day while attempting to escape through sport, arts and literature. Join My Journey through depression, anxiety, anorexia and daily life.
This Is Me.
Tess Connor Poems
A lonely flower in a field A lonely child does not yield A lonely star in the night sky A lonely man gives up to die
I trust the dirt, I trust the rain I trust the cars, I trust the train I trust the secrets, I trust the truth I trust the old, I trust the youth
Drenched in hate, suffocated in lies Listen to my thoughts, see the fear in my eyes My lonely life so love deprived Self destructing heart, suicide
All I want is freedom Is that too much to ask? All I yearn for is freedom I’m stuck inside this flask
Beginning Of My Hate
I sit here just wondering How it got so bad Reminiscing all the happy times That I once did have
Daddy Part Three
There used to be a time where happy families existed And the love never died out, the longing for love persisted You and mum once had that love; it soon came to an end Maybe it was best for us all, maybe a god send
Mum walks into my bedroom, discovers me on the floor Drops to her knees and cries, she doesn’t know, she’s not quite sure If I’m dead or unconscious, I’m just laying there deathly still She yells to me and shakes me then sees the blood I’ve spilled
Its fear that whispers to me in my ear, it is fear that I hear say “You’re afraid of me the most; I’ll hold you back all day” Its fear which I listen to, to make my every decision Its fear that helps to guide me on, creating each vision
Gift For One
I have a special package, one I made for you It has a special meaning and hopes you find it true.
I think back to five minutes ago as I sharpened my blade Sitting on the bathroom floor, my mindset everywhere splayed Reminiscing all the angry times, from past until this date Fitting in a state of regret, already it is too late
It’s time to apologize, it’s way overdue Say sorry to my razor carved body and my slashed up mind too Time to say sorry for the trouble and mistakes I’ve made This apology appears truthful and very much delayed
The Dreaded End
The land of the weak, the home of the brave The bottomless pit, the mass burial grave The tremendous stench of the rotting pride The end of the world, the evil side
I feel pain but I am numb My soul weeps but I’ve no reason to be sad I feel claustrophobic yet I live free I learn yet I am none the wiser
English Assignment- Bloody Idiot
The best time of our lives, living it free Gossiping, chattering, holding the key Knowing success is easily had While wearing a smile, nothing seems bad
All I want is freedom
Is that too much to ask?
All I yearn for is freedom
I’m stuck inside this flask
All I need is freedom
To let me live my way
All I seek is freedom
To get me through my day
What I request is freedom
And give me what you will
I urge a little freedom
To guide me up this hill.