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'm sorry if anyone feels that this is wrong, but it's just my opinion. I can never forgive her for what she's done. She was never a good friend and now she's sucking up to me and begging me to be her friend again and it just makes me want to stab a pillow pet (but only the ugly dinosaur ones).

Posted 12 Years Ago


Even if Jacky hadn't pointed it out I could have told this is about Taya..........I hate to admit it but I don't get her at all..........talking in front of everyone about what bad thing she did to herself last night? I......don't understand................

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

One word.... Taya....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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