Habitat of ruin

I chose the wreckage, brick and dust, So no soft voice could earn my trust. I built my walls from broken stone, Battling with the curse of being alone. In deep silence, my heart resides, Where love can’t enter, and ruin hides. Not strength, not glory, keeps me here, Just fear of losing what feels too near. So I remain where echoes stay, Untouched by ties that fade away