Poems And crap

Trust Issues♡

There's a knife in my back
And a whole in my heart,
Did you really have to tear me apart?
Blood covers my sleeves,
I aways give you more than you need.

There's a scissors in my eye
My cheeks burn from the acid tears I cry,
All I want to know is why...
Would you lie?

So there is the main reason for my
Trust issues,
The only memories of us now on
Tear stained tissues.