She hides behind the shadow of dark. The cuts. The blood. The pain. The tears. She shakes. She cries. She’s hurt. Lonely. Sad. The fear takes over. Scared. She needs you. She needs your words. Your voice. They calm her like a mothers touch calms a crying baby. She’s changed. She regrets the promise. Blue, Green, Red. Rose Petals. Kisses. Hugs. Smiles. Abstract paintings on bare walls. Butterflies. Knives. She’s lost.