I wrote this "poem" many years ago when I suffered depression after a surgery that went terribly wrong. I have also used it in fanfiction for "Eleventh hour" but while rewatching LOCI Season 8 and 10 those words came to my mind when I see Goren's behaviour. So I hope you don't mind when I use this poem again.

Alone

Time: after the show

Character: Bobby

Genre: Dark/Hope

He was alone. All alone. No family no one to visit. There was just him and the silence of his apartment. No one to talk to, no one who cared. Robert Goren was the loneliest man in the world right now. And he could feel the shadows that were watching him from the dark corners of the room. They were whispering and cursing. His mother, his brother and even the man from whom he thought was his father left, twice. Once when Goren was a child and twice when he got the results from the paternity test.

I'm crying.
Why?
That doesn't matter.
How long have you been crying?
I don't remember.
Because you are happy?
No.
Because you are sad?
Yes.

The silence grew louder. It screamed at him. Every bad event that he had to face in his life came to his memories. The laughing kids in school. He desperately wanted to belong to them. The girls he did not get, the girls he had and who had left him behind. They had all moved on from him. Nobody stayed.

I'm in pain.
Why?
I'm not sure.
Where?
Everywhere
Who's fault is that?
My life.
What exactly?
The situation.

He wanted to run and leave it all behind. But this was all he knew. This apartment, this job, these people, this partner… Eames.

What could he do? Where would he go? To his half-brother and stay with his family? He had visited them but for sure he was not welcome to stay for long. Even though his niece might like that. But then they would find out about his anger and his pain and they would make him leave. Like all the others.

I'm trapped.
Where?
In this surrounding
Is it dark?
Yes, very.
Is someone else there?
I'm not sure.
Is it a friend?
A friend or a foe.

He could not run! No, he never did. He stayed behind to care for his mother. When his brother left, Bobby was there. It was not his way of handling bad situations. Or yes it was, but he ran in the wrong direction. When his brother approached him about helping Donny, Bobby had run into Tates without thinking twice. And that for someone who was able to escape from the place without help.

Do you have foes?
I don't know.
Do you have friends?
Yes.
Many?
Enough.
Good friends?
Yes.
Then everything is good.

Oh yes, he definitely had foes, but he would not admit that to the shadows. Nicole was one of them and every criminal he had brought into prison, He even thought of Dr, Gyson as a foe, she took him to places he did not want to go. But the worst enemy he had was always there and he had to see him every time when le looked into a mirror. He hated that guy.

And friends? There was Lewis and some others. And he even considered Logan as a friend and Eames… She would be furious if he would not count her to his few friends… Eames.

No, I'm crying, it can't be good.
Who made you cry?
The people who went away when things became difficult.
Who was that?
Friends.
Does that hurt?
Yes, that hurts.
Did they go because you were difficult?
I don't know. I don't want to know.

His father. His brother. His girlfriend. Soon the others would leave too. Lewis and Logan and Eames, well he didn't know. Maybe they would stay. Maybe because of pity maybe because they felt they had to. Eames would not leave, would she?

I'm being hit.
Do you have wounds?
In the mirror, no.
Inside?
Yes.
They will heal.
I'm not sure about that.
Why?
They can only heal when the situation changes.

"Don't leave me." He sobbed and buried his head in his pillow.

"I won't." a soft voice said and he felt a caring hand on his shoulder, "It was just a nightmare. Open your eyes, Bobby."

"Eames?"

"You wish!"

He smiled. She was there. It took him some time to understand. This nightmare had been so real. So close to what he felt a half year ago. But a lot changed since then.

"My apologies, Mrs. Alex Goren." He said.

Sometimes those nightmares came back to haunt him but he was certain. When he opened his eyes, they were only that, nightmares and memories.

But I will survive.
The wounds will heal
The cold icy blanket will melt
And I will be free in the sun.