"you have been dead for so long...
wonder what keeps you standing.
still now. standing.
proudly. arrogant.
ever so empty."
.. when I met you, you were all broken, not many could tell
it wasn't easy to see,
you tried breaking the walls I had built around myself,
perhaps testing if you could in the end come out from the ones you were then building...
I remember having thought that you had been so hurt that you had to build yourself an actual armor...
is kinda funny it was me the one helping making it..
at it was so tiring and in a way painful
it was in a time when there was nothing left of my own walls,
and I was so exposed to my pain it was difficult to stay standing..