The scars on my arms may look ugly but they represent the pain and fear in my life. My tears make my make up run and my face look ugly but my tears represent the same thing that my scars do. They represent that I am sad and scared and I wish on the first star in the sky every night that I could feel better. And on that same star I wish that I could find a descent man to be with me, and to hold me. I am just so lost in the world I just want to be held.
