Time wasted. Life wasted.

You were always so far away, even when you lived under the same roof. You had your walls, your shields. Your world was your own. I thought you of you as brave, as invincible. I was a child, and you were a man. You left us all behind, and I thought you preferred it that way. You rarely reached out to us. Rarely spoke. I always thought that some day there might not be such a rift.

So alike, you and I, but so different. I read your words now, after you are gone, and see myself. The same hope, the same reluctance, the same pain when things are not right. But you never let us know. I always thought you were the strong one. The invincible one. Not so.

Your world was crashing far away, and no one knew. You lived in anguish, and we were unaware. You were too proud to reach out for help. In the end you were alone, but you didn’t need to be. It was a cell of your own construction. You locked the door from the inside, and none of us could come in.

All that is left are scraps and pieces of a life I do not know… and I wonder why.

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