Tired

I've been broken too many times.
The shards of my heart lay shattered at my feet.
Staggering, I try to pick them up.
Instead, I fall into them.
The sharp edges bite into my skin, mocking me.
Crying out to the heavens, I wonder how can people be so cruel?
A strong hand grips my arm, hauling me to my feet.
Pieces are being shoved into my hands.
My fingers curl around them numbly.
Someone is re-assembling my heart.
I slap the hands away, sending the shards tumbling.
I don't need help.
I'll do it myself.
I'm tired of being broken, by someone else.
I refuse to be broken again.
I will be as steel.