When living hurts
and the edges start to fray,
I put my walls up
to make my world okay.
These cold stone walls
whose outside is sun warmed,
inside cool to touch,
they've learned to be opaque
to keep the night contained.

The warmer the day,
the cooler the night
where I stay awake
in my solitude devoid of light.

If life hurts this much
why keep going on?
This futile battle that I fight
what in the world is it for?
If I did this for me
no longer would I be.
It's for the sake of those around me
that this masonry was laid.

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