Torn

    I wrote a load of poems on pieces of paper at school this week, but unfortunately I only brought the piece of paper with this one and the next one on it.
    I guess for this one I was just thinking about scars, and how you can have scars on the inside and the outside, and I thought of this.

Everyone has scars.

Some are big.

Some are small.

Some are on the outside

and some

are on the inside.

I've got one or two

small scars

on the outside.

They're nothing impressive.

Nothing to talk about.

But I've got

one huge, giant scar

on the inside

where you ripped out my heart.

Title will probably change.

EDIT: Changed the title from 'Beautiful Painful Scars' to 'Torn'.