Sturdy walls she hid behind, safe haven of sorts.
Expectations neither infiltrated, and nor could they seep out.
The wall reflected voiced out thoughts, hoping she'd come out of her head.
The demons played on the empty canvas, her life now red.
Invisible through the haze of red, life became empty.
The walls protected from the pain, the misery of it all.
In desolation she screamed, and the hollowness replied.
Slowly through the night she made it out.
Survived through days so vile, because a wall he was, so wary.
Safe haven was a person now, and red just a colour.