Pulling down her long sleeves
To cover all the memories the scars leave.
She says "Maybe making me bleed would be the answer to wash the slate clean."
Her heart is breaking from the pain she feels.
Everyday's the same. She fights, to find her way. She hurts, she breaks, she hides. She tries to pray. She wonders why...
Does anyone ever realize how much she really cries?
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My Poems
PoetryThe title is self explanatory. Some poems are depressing, some are uplifting, some are about heart break and some are about happiness. Just depends. Enjoy!(:
