Woman scarred
Wounded and hurt
scars everywhere but never seen
She covers up so no one will see
Plastered smiles
Fake laughs
Fake love
Scabs from past wounds only to be reopened and bleed once again
Everyday waiting to be healed only to make a new scar
A new wound
Same as the last
No different from the others
And just as painful as the rest
Everyday a new day for one more scar
For the only constant in her life is her pain
-Arianna
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Falling apart
PoetryJust a bunch of poems about my moody life and how I feel about how certain things that are going on presently with me
