Hidden amongst these four walls A shell of a human lays still She longs for love from other humans Though Her heart remains cold and ill Alone She stays, painting away For Her own heart, she will fill She paints the skies the brightest blues Clouds white with silver lining Prairies vast, cascading flowers A sun that never stops shining Butterflies, bees, moths, and birds Never subjected to dying When Her arms grow tired, eyes weary She sets her paintbrush aside Reality overcomes Her broken heart The strings holding it together, untied The darkness within starts seeping out The demons have nowhere to hide She sits in that darkness, feeling the pain Inside She’s screaming for relief An escape from this shell of a life she lives Filled with heartache, betrayal, and grief Yet, she picks up her paintbrush again and again Her resilience strong, beyond belief She fights these demons one stroke at a time Using pinks and greens and reds The yellowest flowers, kissed by May showers Her paintbrush left in shreds For She knows deep inside, if she opens her eyes She’s happier alive than dead