21 wounds

I am changing this because if you read all of it then the bold and italiced then there is another poem. Its's a poem inside of another poem. I hold you all like it.




my past is not the best
my b]future[/b] is unclear
a heart stitched back
but not fully healed

This pain still here
from a long forgotten past
why do i hold it dear
if it went by so fast?

21 wounds
still scar this heart
but i swell like a balloon
until i split apart

A heart covered in stitches
a body covered in blood
that's left in the ditches
by all the boys who thought they were a stud.