I feel like I’ve been shot in the heart. That’s what I feel every time I see you. You don’t see how much I’m hurting. So I go home and cut my wrists…As I cut the pain sear throughout my body. I feel momentarily happy, and then my heart gets shot again. I will always have a chunk missing from my heart and it’s all because of you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you deserve so much better and your writing is beautiful.. its a good way of expressing yourself..