My heart is a very fragile thing, it breaks easily and is tender to the touch. Sometimes, even a simple brush may bruise it for months and years on end...
I sometimes wish that it is harder, tougher, stronger, so I can be like so many others. But I know that type of heart is simply not mine...
That’s why I laugh and smile as a mask that others will not know my heart. That’s why I am quiet when others talk. For I fear that if I speak and share, and dare to let you in, you will one day stop to care and that would be the biggest hurt....














