Why do I wear my heart on my sleeve ?
I ask myself this question every day.
Is it always hard to be cold hearted, despite all the love and care you have inside ?
I think of myself as a simple, easy target .
They spot me out in the distance, ready to tackle my flesh, my heart, my mind, my soul.
I just need someone to hold ; or someone to hold on to me at least.
My sleeve, it's blood stained.
I guess my heart wasn't meant to be wore on my sleeve forever.
But it's hard to be cold hearted.
So much love within me, so much care that showered my spirit.
The act of mean instead of kindness, I've always feared it.
But I wonder what it's like to be cold hearted.