Broken heart poetry

There was this girl,
I used to know
She never let her feelings
Ever show.
But that girl changed her friends,
So that was the end,
of my little friend.

She now says ‘her life rots’
And when she looks in the mirror
she wants to chuck.
so she should
for she left behind this hurt
the hole in my heart where
she used to go.
But I guess she is more important than I
And that really makes me cry,
Cry so much,
That I cut and I cut and I cut.

broken heart poetry