At times ,
I thought about how the glass will hold long,
Those cracks are not getting any smaller,
Those things you see beyond will be your killing,
Being able to see them everyday but could not even reach for them.

When those glass breaks,
I'm not sure which would hurt you first-
By the dangers you've been seeing from inside,
Or by the glass shards falling from above,
I do not know.

As for me,
I will keep taking care of you; even from the outside,
I will cut those thorns that might tangle you,
And i will keep fixing those cracks.
Even when you're no longer living

-HIY