Question. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Those wounds never really fade..
Stitched up and wrapped.
Wishing it'll mend and keep it's shape.

I haven't gotten my answer..
To what I've done..
What I did that kept you away..

Piercing pain in my chest,
watery eyes,
and thats just the simple thought of that one unforgettable day..

I am guessing I'm to blame.
I've got it bak, beat up and bent.

How am I to fix this broken heart?
Its a puzzle piece without any pieces.
a needle in the hay stack..
I'm in misery.. where is my company?

Questions are responded in silence..
and My heart is now just letting go..