This is an old one...but I kinda like it, so I decided to just post it.

Mutilation of my Heart

If you slice me
with a sword,
or stab me in the eye,
you may see me shed some tears
but I won't cry as much inside.

If you hit me with a car,
or shoot me in the head,
my body may be functionless,
but my soul will not be dead.

It's when you reach down deeper,
beneath the surface of my skin,
crashing through my spirit;
you have really hurt me, then.

So if you wish to
harm me,
use sharp needles, iron bars-
but, please be merciful and
spare the mutilation of my heart.