Her skin was the canvas.
Her paint was blood red.
Her pain was the monsters
Under her bed.
The taunts filled the hallway
His eyes had bags.
His pain was the crudeness
Of being called "fag".
Her stomach was hollow,
But the scale was too full.
Her pain was the urge
To vomit when full.
His eyes glowed red,
It wasn't hard to see.
His pain was that kids
Had given him weed.
The hurt was almost gone now,
It wouldn't be too long.
Her pain was the hope
That had come with a song.
The stars had danced,
Had skittered with fright.
Their pain was the souls
They had lost in the night.
