I hear them
Whispering the names
They are everywhere
I hear them

The halls are empty
But I hear them
Still whispering

Protect her
Save her
She is hurt

Crying for the love
Wishing for the pain

The wounds heal
But the scars are there

She hides true emotions
She drowns in the negatives

She is alone
Afraid of herself

She fears life
But death welcomes her

She can hear the pleads
The scream of death
Smell blood

Her mind is dark
Her secrets are hidden
She never tells a soul

She is so quiet
Hardly says a word

Some days she is dark
Other days she is colorful
But there are days she is a mix

The drawings reveal all
Her secrets her dreams
Even her nightmares

The poems reveal others
Her true feelings are in riddle

Save her
Protect her
Love her
Never let her go