The Broken Heart--The Blackened Room

I turn the knob and enter into a room of darkness,
Shaking with the sound of a sobbing soul.
I glance to find red stains glaring up at me,
Only to realize it's a broken heart upon the floor.
I stumble on in, fighting my way through
Towards the hysteric screams of my best friend,
Engrossed in the blackness of a painful enclosure,
She locked herself away for her own bitter end.
Carefully, I tread avoiding the tragic remains
That haunt my every footstep trying to get near,
Yet, the closer I get the more she screams,
My footsteps intensifying her very own fears.
And with each step, my own heart escapes,
Overflowing, completely out of control.
For her heart is mine, and mine is hers.
And her broken heart breaks my very soul.