A metal Shard

Broken Glass,
on the floor.
memories from the past,
are remembered more.
I've tried so hard,
with all my might,
to forget that shard,
pierced through my heart.
I tried and tried to put up a fight,
but that wasn't enough.
He just took a puff,
of that marijuana,
and then he asked me,
do you wanna?
I said no, stay away from me.
But then he grabbed,
a metal shard,
and pushed it straight,
through my heart.
Then he walked,
right out the gate,
leaving me,
with so much hate.
All his pain,
had pierced my heart,
and struck a vein.
My horrible past,
is remembered again.
Broken glass,
on the floor,
memories from the past,
are remembered more.
*Yet again, no relation to me, or my life!*