Why do you continue to play with my heart when you already ripped it out of my chest?
Why do you do this to me?
What did I do to diserve this kind of pain?
Why do you continue to toy with my heart when its pleeding for help and to be put back together?
Why do you do this to my shatered heart all in peices?
My heart is all shattered into tiny peices on the ground and it needs to be put back together with the right pair of hands?
Are you the right pair of hands to help my heart get back together and get strong again?

Another really bad poem..