A Tiring Fight

She couldn't handle anymore,
She thought she tried her best.
So she drew in silver,
But instead it came out red.

Throughout time she's lost everyone,
She was shoved out of sight.
It never gets better,
It's such a tiring fight.

She walks by people in the hall,
And gets attacked lie bait.
So she takes a breath in,
And whispers words of self hate.

It's hard to push pain away,
So she covers it up.
By grabbing the silver,
And making another cut.

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