The room

He sits there alone on a stool
In the room so dark so cold
The Lights are out, no one home
In the night, his memories resurface
All the agony he caused
All the mistakes he made
They all come flushing back
The torture of one’s soul can only be made by your own mind
The struggle to contain all these raging emotions he has kept all those years
Those little pieces he never told anyone
The only inches of his life he can truly call his own
The misery  
The pain
They are all his
The silent screams he shouts
You can only see through his eyes
The dark room was made that way to mimic his own heart
The heart that once was so pure
The heart that she had ripped from his chest
The dark room hides the blood trail to the exit where she walked out on him
Though the tortured screams are deafening
He knows she is with another
This only adds to his misery
He searches for an object
He searches for his blade
The neglected friend he once held so near
His eyes fill with tears
Because within the dark room
The room only he is in
Forever trapped
He cannot escape till another with light so pure shines down upon him
The light to drive out the darkness that she has left
But for now
The tortured soul
He shall remain alone....