Patches

Can you see in the distance?
There is a heart.
A bleeding broken heart
With patches all over.
There used to be a whole heart
Flawless and unhurt
But now a tapestry of slashes
Now mars its lovely face.
With every harsh word
Every piece of work
The heart is slashed once more
Bleeds a little more.
How you mend a broken heart
You patch it up.
Patches over patches you sew
To stop the breaking heart.
I hope this heart will stop breaking
Cause this little heart belongs to me.
A result of all the school
And the exams I've been through.