Here's to committing myself to writing an artwork based around the land of misfits.

"Every time I hurt inside but somehow I’ll make it through,"

My oh my. To put this heartbreakingly beautiful soul into words could become a curse. Such a poison as her, could bring death to endless of hearts out there. 
Tidal waves of tsunamis raged on inside of her, a never ending battle between her head and her mind. 
It brought such damage that she could no longer enjoy happiness without fearing it could be taken away at any moment, developing a fear of happiness. 
How deeply pained you are to fear happiness, to make a home out of hollow bones and waves of sadness. 
That’s how she is.

 But never get me wrong, she could outshine the stars instead of begging them to stop the pain, she could bloom so effortlessly instead of burying herself 6 deep under, she could be far more exquisite and beautiful than the whole galaxy if she ever learned how to love and care for herself instead of giving endless amount of love to a boy who took everything of her. 
Leaving a shell of who she used to be, no longer a blush spreading across her cheeks, only the tear stains that left a permanent red glow on her cheeks, nonetheless, earning her nickname, rosy cheeks.