The Hate of my Life

The Hate of my Life

A Poem by Kiara

When you go home tonight
Why don't you drown in your tears
Or your blood.
You're just a fake 
And I can see right through you.
You say
I almost killed myself last night
Or I almost died
But I doubt you even know what pain is
And what depression is.
You're just desperate for attention
And you don't care how you get it.
You say you smoke cigarettes
And weed
And do all these drugs
And cut yourself
And overdose on who knows what,
But you're just an ugly little girl
Who used to be my best friend.
You pointed me in the wrong directions
And now look at what I'm stuck with.
I wouldn't harm anyone or anything
But I would do anything to cause you agony.
You're just a little girl
Desperate for attention,
And guess what.
No one cares.

© 2012 Kiara


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I, actually, feel bad that this girl had comments about her and the name of the girl wasn't censored at all. I write to get back feedback and so do you, but that is considered "attention" in the very definition of it. I have shared with you many many thing, and would not want my name to be a part of or associated with someone hating me because they think I'm doing this for attention like others on this page think of this girl. Interventions happen because "attention" happens. Every poet on this site and others do it for the same reason..... I hope Taya makes it, whoever this girl is!! : ) Seeing others commit suicide in front of you or get murdered and in a flash you remember every instance in a blurry haze that you have been through with them, and it hurts no less. The girl just introduced you to something that she thought you could tolerate and you accepted it as so. I never blamed a drug dealer for having me enjoy a joint whilst going to school. lol When you hug the mother of a young girl or boy who has committed suicide from these kinds of things, it sucks. When I did all the crazy things I did for about 12 years, NO ONE knew. : ) I didn't have one conversation about it with anyone I ever knew. Still, years later when it first started coming out of me from thinking about those days and what I did, it was said that I was seeking attention and empathy. lol Couldn't be farther from the truth. xoxo -Mark




Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I, actually, feel bad that this girl had comments about her and the name of the girl wasn't censored at all. I write to get back feedback and so do you, but that is considered "attention" in the very definition of it. I have shared with you many many thing, and would not want my name to be a part of or associated with someone hating me because they think I'm doing this for attention like others on this page think of this girl. Interventions happen because "attention" happens. Every poet on this site and others do it for the same reason..... I hope Taya makes it, whoever this girl is!! : ) Seeing others commit suicide in front of you or get murdered and in a flash you remember every instance in a blurry haze that you have been through with them, and it hurts no less. The girl just introduced you to something that she thought you could tolerate and you accepted it as so. I never blamed a drug dealer for having me enjoy a joint whilst going to school. lol When you hug the mother of a young girl or boy who has committed suicide from these kinds of things, it sucks. When I did all the crazy things I did for about 12 years, NO ONE knew. : ) I didn't have one conversation about it with anyone I ever knew. Still, years later when it first started coming out of me from thinking about those days and what I did, it was said that I was seeking attention and empathy. lol Couldn't be farther from the truth. xoxo -Mark




Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

it isn't really funny to hurt yourself...
..it is the temple of god
..there in the midst of pain is where you can find the deepest peace you could ever imagine...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Taya, first thought that came to my mind. Love how you expressed your feelings like this. I know just what you mean every step in this poem. Nicely written to say the least. Agree whole heartedly.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

One word: NASTYYYYY. That being said, you made me want to hurt her too, so I suppose the poem accomplishes its purpose :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very interesting subject matter. and well expressed

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was true...means so true..I know people like this who are so desperate for attention and once you give them the same, they soar aimless and when you need just a bit of the same for yourself, they ignore...how I hate such people!..attention sympathy seeking geeks, I tell you; one shouldn't let them close; coz once they get your care they will seek it from someone else...and I totally agree with your lines"But I doubt you even know what pain is
And what depression is.
You're just desperate for attention
And you don't care how you get it."....great write miss :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Umm... I dont know this person, but its scary and sad when pple wanna do things to themselves, i had a friend commit suicide, and i was mad and angry. it pisses you off that they dont seem to care about the people that they are hurting around them. they are selfish to do so. I dont think your poem is wrong. it expresses ur emotions about how angry and hurt you were when it happened. dont let pples shallow remarks upset you. If they cant understand how much this hurt you and how you needed to let it out, then they werent good friends either. i hope i didnt offend anyone saying this. we are all entittled to our feelings

~~alliebear

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I get what you're saying Taylor. I mean she always does this crap that she thinks will get her attention. And she wonders why people talk bad about her. She will never change in my opinion.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Strongly written. I can understand the feeling. Very pure. I can relate with this 100%

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

No, we all hate her too.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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