Deborah Chenault-Green

NO MORE TEARS

They called her crazy as she sat alone
No more tears, they're all gone
Stains left in place, to trace the place
Where the scars were put on her face
On her heart, in her space
Determined to try, not to die
To survive on the streets
That killed more skilled
More clever, much better
But she'll try till she dies
For too long didn't know why
Made invisible to shield the abuse
The hurt and misuse
So they called her crazy as she sat alone
No more tears, they're all gone
Tried drugs too young Just wanted some fun
They were on every corner
She couldn't dodge 'em if she wanted
Was filled with hate, couldn't guess her fate
Couldn't even relate
Had no aims, no visions of fame
When the teacher called roll
She whispered her name
No self-esteem, no childhood dreams
Didn't think she'd live past eighteen
When they called her crazy as she sat alone
No more tears, they're all gone
She smiles and laughs at all the parties
With razor sharp she mutilates her body
To dull the pain, from years of insane
Misuse and abuse
With tears all gone she screams in silent tones
From inside all alone, No one's there, no one knows
And they call her crazy as she sits alone
No more tears, they're all gone
Not her, not there, Unable to discern where
Mode on self-destruct, Can't comprehend, can't even deduct
Unable to rise above the muck and mire
Been there so long mind and body tired
Because they called her crazy as she sat alone
No more tears, they're all gone

Deborah Chenault-Green is the author of Back 2/1: I Invite You Into My Serenity, a book of poetry designed for those who are unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It is available for purchase through green_deb@sbcglobal.net or www.myspace.com/chenaulteyes or iUniverse Publishing .