I have so much to tell you, but I don't know where to start.
This is the beginning of giving you my heart.

I've been through a lot of sorrow, I've been forced to endure pain.
I have had some feelings that I never could explain.

My heart has been shattered, time and time again.
And I came close to believing that love was a sin.

Now all I have are pieces of a heart that once was whole.
And I'm trying to fix the damage from where it took it's tole.

I'll be completely honest, I'm overcome with fear.
I'm terrified of love because it only brings me tears.

I'm clinging to my heart, afraid of handing it to you,
because I'm afraid that, like the others, you'll just crush it too.

If my heart breaks anymore, all I'll have left is dust.
I'll be devoid of emotion, sanity, or trust.

So if I give you my heart, please handle it with care.
Don't throw it to the ground and leave me swimming in dispair.

It's just so hard to love again when my heart is so worn out.
I promise I'll try but please forgive me if I have doubts.