Bright Red, Pale WhiteA Poem by KaoticOrder
[[Trigger Warning: Contains subjects of Self-Harm]]
Bright red on pale white tears rise at the sight of pain hidden so long in the night appearing as cuts in the light What am I supposed to say? and what role could I play? It isn't really my place anyway because you saw me do the same thing back in the day I wish you turned to me I wish you'd let me in I don't know whats worse, hidden pain in your eyes or open pain carved on your skin
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Added on June 23, 2015 Last Updated on June 23, 2015 AuthorKaoticOrderEssex, MDAboutMy name is Nerissa, but I go by Kaos on most writing sites. I am a twenty two year old aspiring writer and a stay at home Mother of a darling little angel named Sabrina. Began writing as dabbles an.. more..Writing
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