he ***** his pale lips, trying to bring back some colour.
he cuts his wrists in hope that his red blood can paint the white canvas.
he punches his face wishing that the fresh bruise shines through the dark
he doesn't sleep at night as the black rings form around his eyes.
he cries every single day but nothing ever goes his way.
until he sees her, she smiles at him.
she wipes his tears.
she helps him sleep.
she healed the bruises.
she kissed his scarred wrists and even his pale lips too.
colour filled the room.