look at these scars... all over my face. these scars i try to hide.
these scars are filled with secrets, saddness, and anger. and guess what, my heart is just the same.
so i sit here wondering why my hearts broken into a million peices with these tears running down my face! ! ! ! !
Scars of broken hearted, will remain till you get a replacement, as good as the former.Good writes Anna.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Such a powerful poem Anna..great job ~T! &R&