Her scars were just like the creases,

On a piece of crumpled paper

Her explosive emotions,

Was just like a paper ball thrust into a trash can

The tears that stung her eyes,

Was just like the blots that were left behind on a sheet of white,

After being soaked and drowned

Her heart,

Was exactly like paper,

Easily torn and ripped apart

Nevertheless,

No one could mend her back again,

With scars and torn scraps of tattered paper,

Left behind,

Persistently haunting her throughout the nights.