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Broken-Hearted

Everyone says you need to experience a broken heart to know true love
But they usually imply that another individual is involved
Yet some people feel broken-hearted when they are alone

Why? 'Cause they are afraid to be loved

We sometimes are so afraid of love that we put walls or barriers around our hearts and souls to
keep out the hurt
Some are easily penetrated while others may never be

My barrier is quite strong, it might not appear like that at first glance but it is
Very few people have been allowed through this barrier

I am scared
I am scared to be that weeping girl in her bedroom
Crying about some boy
About some boy who took the world from her

I never wanted to be this girl
I knew I was stronger than that
Yet I have created this barrier that very few seem to penetrate

I now realized I have only hurt myself
With pushing out the hurt, I have pushed out the love as well
I sit here around walls that are plain and lifeless

But how do I break them down?
All at once?
Start at the bottom?
Little by little?
Start at the top?

I don't want to do this alone but I have to
I made these barriers alone and thus have pushed love away, leaving me alone
I have created this loneliness and thus need to break down these walls by myself

I don't want to push out love anymore
Being alone is far worse than having a broken-heart

Yet my heart, now with the barriers coming down, appears broken
But these scars are from me
And are healing because of me

My heart, soul and entire self are now open
Although barriers may still arise
I am breaking free
I am breaking free from my own broken-heart
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