Empty Room

This room is empty but yet the voices won’t stop. They have ways of whispering your darkest secret and yet no one is here to understand what they say or why this life is so hard for you. If only someone knew how it felt to be like you are and to go through everyday feeling the way you do. I hate that I can’t stop the pain, the voices and the temptation of my old friend who is always close when I need it. When I cry, I cry alone.
Forever...