Many Over One .

Some I made myself,
some were given ..
I have no regrets but one.
That my scars made questions be raised and I've always choked on the answers.
My body sometimes trembles and shakes,
Nobody must know my pain . . .
Because I must hide from those of the knowing,
All they'll do is hurt me until I die.
**** being open -_-
18-21, F
1 Response Apr 27, 2012

Its going to be alright trust me one day you can be open but you just didnt find people you can be open with till then if you need to talk im here just hit me up im willing to listen and trust me i can relate more than you realize.

thanks luv. (:

Here when you need me :) and your very welcome.