Our Pain

Our Pain

A Poem by Kiara

There you lay
Breathing so lightly.
Stretched out on the blanket of my bed
(A bloody red).
My room's a mess but you don't care.
If you cared I might clean up a little.
I might hide a little.
Maybe I would stop showing you
These bleeding wrists
And bleeding hearts
With their everlasting scars
I know you hate to see.
Your soft face turns to disgust
Just a flash
I can barely see.
I hate to watch you watch me cry.
But sometimes I can't help it.
Sometimes I would rather die
Than see you hurt.
To see your pain from my "pain"
Is the worst pain of all.

© 2012 Kiara


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I think this is romantic. When you are older and wish you had understood the root of why you have and had connected with others the way you did when you were younger, you may see stories like this one as "true Love". I have lost some people such as this.... one story is in my blog. Your empathetic tone is admirable in the sense that I am so f'n selfish to see this side of you because I really like you and the way you write!! I miss this kind of pain that seemed more natural at times than not, and the friends that shared the same pain as me.... just differently. : ) It's a beautiful poem, Taylor. Dark or not, the way you come through in poem is a real joy, as if to sit upon a bed as goofy tennagers and share each other's "horror" story that are carried away from the bed with friendly smiles that rids that sort of fear of not belonging or being understood. Beautiful, Taylor..... xoxo -Mark




Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Kiara

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)



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I think this is romantic. When you are older and wish you had understood the root of why you have and had connected with others the way you did when you were younger, you may see stories like this one as "true Love". I have lost some people such as this.... one story is in my blog. Your empathetic tone is admirable in the sense that I am so f'n selfish to see this side of you because I really like you and the way you write!! I miss this kind of pain that seemed more natural at times than not, and the friends that shared the same pain as me.... just differently. : ) It's a beautiful poem, Taylor. Dark or not, the way you come through in poem is a real joy, as if to sit upon a bed as goofy tennagers and share each other's "horror" story that are carried away from the bed with friendly smiles that rids that sort of fear of not belonging or being understood. Beautiful, Taylor..... xoxo -Mark




Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Kiara

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)
nice write kiara, i love it very much

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep, dark and powerful,
nicely expressed and written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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My name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..

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