He's always reaching out to me
Watching everything I need
Yet the thing that I can't say
He'd give it all to hear one day
...
There are scars inside my soul
Things that I must bear alone
So I watch him in his pain
He asks and asks, once more in vain
...
He tries to see into my heart
But all that rests in there is dark
All my nightmares, fears, and hurt
They're tucked in shadows, there to lurk
...
Yes, he has his bruises too
His are diff'rent, mine are new
Someday, I may find a way
But I can't tell him, not today
...
Silence, thick, dark, and heavy
Poisons me, though he can't see
He can't know the wounds I hold
That I will carry, till I'm old
...
Thank you for reading my story!! This is somewhat based on my story, I'm in Love with My Best Friend. You can check it out in the link below.
It's not entirely based on my feelings for my best friend. That, I will never, ever tell him. But I mentioned in the story that there are some things I haven't told him yet. This is what the poem is about.
I have some shadows in my past. Scars and trauma and hurt. Things that have caused me to reach out to hotlines for comfort and someone to just... hear me. When he heard about it, he was beyond hurt. Because I was hurting and didn't tell him about it.
But these things. The things that happened to me. He won't understand. He has scars, yes. But his are different from mine.
Maybe I'll post about them in the future. And then, maybe, after that, I will have the courage to tell him about what happened to me. What makes me lose sleep and writhe in my bed at night as I remember. But that is for another day. For now, I can't tell him. It hurts both of us. And I hate it so much.
About the Creator
K. R. Young
My name is Kailynn Rose Young. I joined Vocal to connect with other writers. I write fiction, book reviews, and share my confessions and other personal stories. If I have one hope, it's to help others and make the world a better place. 💖



Comments (1)
I too have a lot of trauma, since my childhood up until now, so I get how you feel. I too hope that you'd one day have the courage to tell him everything. Or like you said, you could write about it here. You might feel better because writing is therapeutic. At least for me it is. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️