Quiet. Empty. Alone. Trapped. So quiet the only sound is my heartbeat. So empty the only soul is my own. Feeling so alone with no one beside me. So trapped inside a room made from my own woes. I am trapped in a room. No door. No windows. Only four empty walls. Empty. Empty but so full of me that it is suffocating. It is filled with the deafening silence of my fear. My guilt. My loneliness. My anger. My disgrace. My failure. I am trapped. In a room I created inside my mind. A room I can never escape. A room made only from my mistakes.