The walls were painted red
Her eyes were truly wet,
Wish they knew she hated
The way she was treated.
Those red walls used to remind her
Of all those cuts he gifted her,
All those bruises she was concealing
But how would they know?
They had no feelings.
She covered her skin to hide her pain
But forgot that her heart existed too,
She fought her heart , mind and soul
But she couldn’t carry it anymore.
They still kept painting her room red
Red as blood , painful as cuts;
She was slowing giving up but
THERE IS HOPE STILL BOTHERING HER!.