The hardened heart

One that’s been glued together after being ripped apart

It won’t let anything or anyone in

So as to keep from being fooled again and broken

The hardened heart believes only in self

Because it isn’t able to rely on anything else

It hides its misery with pride as a disguise

Thinking that if it tries, and tells lies

It will feel better, but it still cries

The hardened heart doesn’t reach for a hand 

Instead, by itself-all alone, it tries to stand

But it continues to fall underground

Where there is no light to be found