A/N: You know the irony? I wrote this about a guy. I’m not sure how it’s ironic, but with my current status, it just is. I wrote a lot of poems about this guy. Bet you can’t guess which ones.

Empty Room

I’m locked inside this empty room;
Locked in my own head.
Wandering, a search for truth,
Seeing our love dead.

I want to fix it all for you;
I want to make you smile.
But, here in this old empty room,
I think I’ll take a while.

I think of all you’ve done to me;
Of all you’ve put me through.
I sit and ponder over it all,
Inside this empty room.

Would it be so hard for you
To show me that you care?
Alone inside this empty room,
I have no heart to share.

Hanging pictures on the walls,
I try to feel at home.
But in a place so lonely,
I’ll always feel alone.

I’m lost inside this empty room;
Locked in my own head.
I’m feeling my heart dying,
I think our love is dead.