Falling

 
The first time I fell,
I tried to get back up,
But there was some kind of gravity
Holding me down.
At first,
I thought it was the density
Of my own heart.
So I checked.
Then I realized it couldn't be so,
Because my heart was broken.
Shattered,
More like,
So I tried to put it back together,
And ended up getting more cuts
Than fixing it.

So now here I am,
In the safety
Of the walls I built.
Right around the pieces
Of my tattered soul.
Then the next person comes,
And tries to break down my walls.
He doesn't succeed.
But after all the force he put,
I think I may have fallen down again.
So I take a look around,
And I realize
That I never got back up in the first place.

Because you never really get up
After the first fall.