The only thing protecting my shattered heart is the wall i have worked so long to build.
Although tattered, broken, and torn, my heart belongs to me and only me, and that is the way it is going to stay.
Because once i made the mistake of handing it over willingly, and was given back something completely deformed, and for so long all i could do was mourn, but my emotions took a sharp turn, and to that place of misery and pain, is somewhere i never want to be again.
Now my heart is on the mend, and i try to bring this pain to an end.
As i go through each day i keep hoping i will be OK, but something reminds me of the pain, guilt, and heartache that tore my fragile heart apart.
I find that i never left the place i never wanted to be again.
Tears leave a trace as they roll down my face, then my heart begins to race, I fall to my knees and ask why i let this happen to me.
And so here and now i vow to keep my most fragile and prized possession locked away, where no one will reach it, where no one will be able to break it and where no one will have the chance to shatter my heart again
