oh darling, why do you run when you're defenseless? like a child hiding in the comfort of your quilt from the monsters beneath the bed; you cry out to be saved. yet when your rescue comes you retreat and hide your eyes. my darling, your fear isn't shameful. it's human. stop hiding behind the mask of despair. face the monsters under your bed, come out from under the sheets into the cold world. yes, people will hurt you. but that pain will make you beautiful.