They ripped apart my heart and shattered the pieces on the ground.
But I held my head high and happiness and joy is what I found.
They may think they hurt me with the words they said.
They may think I'd be better off dead.
But they no longer matter to me,
Because now when I look at them I see,
That I should keep them locked up very far.
They ripped my heart apart but all that's left is a scar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem