This place

This place seems so empty,
no laughing, no hugging, no kissing,
all of which that it once had simply,
slipped away and went missing,

All these walls are stained blood red,
with cracks running through with no sign of repair,
no windows, no sunlight, makes this place seem so dead,
but I'm alone, so why should I care?

I found a hole bigger than a crack,
should I escape...go back into time?
or should I repair it back,
and stay in the timeless memories of my mind?

Feelings are shattered in this hell,
Emotions coursing through the veins of "this place",
It seems I'm running out of oxygen in which I dwell,
but this is my new life in which I embrace.

"this place" is so quiet, empty, and plain,
but it's my home and it keeps me sane.