If a tear would pierce
It would only make me damp
Weeds would grow entangled
Covering my cracks
Suffocating me.

Thrusting your notes  
Sleeping in my holes
You keep sobbing
While letters fall
Washing over me  
I wish to breathe
You wish me to break
But I don't listen.

I exist concrete
To monument your pain
To hollify your thoughts
Entanlgled
In my cracks
Glorifying  me.

To be is not a choice
You made me
I don't have the heart to refuse
I don't have a heart at all
You want me to have it
But it suffocates me.

I cannot be without your tears
I cannot exist without your pain
For I am just a wailing wall.
A poem.