Mar 12
You cut me and left self-inflicted scars,
You tore me open and apart with my own hands,
You took something away from me that can't be replaced,
And now I will never be whole again.
You tore me open and apart with my own hands,
You took something away from me that can't be replaced,
And now I will never be whole again.
A piece of my poem "Torn"
Playing on the multiple interpretations of the title.
Playing on the multiple interpretations of the title.
