Bust Through The Walls

when we were young, we didnt have a care in the world.
Even something as simple as tearing the petals off flowers saying “he loves me , he loves me not ” about a boy we met in the park who we would probably never meet again had no meaning . We would do anything . Be anything . Life was perfect;

But growing up? Growing up is a lot different. Instead of tearing flowers, its tearing apart hearts. “he loves me ? he loves me not?”. It has meaning. It needs no sugar coating .i always expect the worst. for me? “he loves me not." Always. I try to not let it bother me but it does.
I don't know what to do anymore.

so my walls are up. id love for someone to prove me wrong.

bust through the walls.