The Room

There is this little room inside of me.It's empty, dark and lonely.The windows are made from crystal but they do not break.the room gets bigger while the space gets smaller.There is no furniture only a long wooden chair.time does not exist in this place but It can surely run out.There is an airy chill that haunts the room.I hear voices outside but they make no sense.I want to scream for help but what good will it do.they are trapped too, looking straight at you.