“Sometimes we put up walls. Not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down.”
This is so true.
And don’t blame me if I’ve done it —
if I built a wall around myself.
Because if you really get me,
you’ll know why.
The truth?
The wall wasn’t always there.
But every time we got hurt,
it grew thicker.
Every disappointment added another layer.
And every time someone left,
we learned how to pick up the pieces ourselves.
We started standing back,
hiding behind jokes,
laughing when it hurts,
pretending we're fine.
There’s good and bad about building walls.
Sometimes, they protect us.
Sometimes, they save us from falling apart again.
But yeah — sometimes, they keep the good stuff out too.
We stop caring like we used to.
We stop feeling like we used to.
But it's not because we don’t want to.
It’s because we’re afraid of caring
and getting nothing in return.
So if I seem cold, or hard to reach —
don’t assume I don’t care.
It might just mean I care too much.
And I’m scared.
Because the people who matter…
they won’t just knock on the wall —
they’ll climb over it,
or wait on the other side,
or sit with you until you’re ready to open it yourself.
We’re not afraid to love again.
We’re just afraid of loving alone.
So if you see my wall —
don’t walk away.
Prove to me you’re not like the rest.
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