three scars

Memories,
Represented by scars,
That are scattered,
Up and down my arms.

Each cut,
Tells a horrific tale,
Of my desolating decent,
Oh how I did wail.

The first one,
Isn't to small but isn't the bigest,
It was for her,
It was the deepest.

The second,
For my bestfriend,
My heart she did break,
The truth she did bend.

The last is for both,
This one hurt the worst,
It was the biggest,
But not as deep as the first.

Three scars that tell my story,
Yes, there are more,
These three are evidence,
Of how my heart was tore.