Building Walls

I thought you were an extended hand.
But you ripped my heart to fragments,
Like a wave crushes the sand

The crooked stitches that patch my heart, 
My mind a monster, tearing them apart. 
Mans so the wounds will reopen,
A child grown up, cotton too thin, to sustain the emotion

Just like along the coast, these waves to conquer.
And erode at the edge,
and the coast stands no longer 

But soon my mind will no longer,
erode at my heart, wear down the cotton.
For now my heart is shrivelled,
some say completely forgotten

So no longer will fake stitches heal,
the real wounds that always appeal

No longer will my heart tear again open,
Sealed with a stone, resistant to erosion.