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