The stone walls of where I hide are thick enough so that no one can hear my calls from within and who would listen anyway ?
All I once knew I left behind, all I once loved eventually walked away from me when I couldn't do what they wanted any longer.
Limbs collapsed to my sides and the endless effort it now takes to even think of the trying is a bottomless entity.
Stone upon stone the walls were built around me, by me.
Not considering any future need to find a way out I constructed the barrier to protect myself, to protect you all from me.
Until now I needed no window, I needed to only focus within, the walls grew black, the nights grew longer and longer and I grew into this. But did any growth ever really take place?
Is the wall surrounding me or am I forever surrounded in stone ?