Analysis of Guarded

Heart shattered like a glass globe dropped on a tile floor.
thousands of pieces....
wishing, wanting... waiting to be whole again.
I've spent hundreds of days gluing the pieces back, but never to form a whole globe.
cracks and sharp pieces await another destiny.
I scream at the top of my lungs, but no sound escapes my pale, dry lips.
I form a wooden box from my fingertips to lock away this glass.
I will not let it shatter again. I will protect it at all costs.
It's not fair to be dancing in a field of daisy's, feeling the wind through my long brown hair just to wake up to a nightmare.