Everybody talks, pretends.
They pretend they know what it's like to be torn.
But they don't know how it happens.
How you become torn.
You don't just get your heart broken.
Your heart is ripped away.
Your scars are forced open.
You don't know what to say.
It's hard to love someone else,
When you're torn to pieces by them.
It made me hate myself,
Severing my skin.
I was torn to pieces recently.
I can't sew myself back together.
He didn't even have the decency,
To tell me he's leaving forever.
He just walked away.
Didn't tell me why.
He had nothing to say,
Not even goodbye.
He just tore me to shreds.
Till I crumbled to the floor.
He left me for dead,
Didn't ask for more.
He just left me torn.
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My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
Poetry"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to...
