She walks through the pitch black,
Unfazed.

She is wounded over and over again, yet she is still
Unfazed.

It hurts so much, but all anyone sees is her,
Unfazed.

They see a mask, nothing of the real person, they see her,
Fake.

She refuses to let her guard down, by fear of being,
Noticed.

She stands in the corner, hiding from the world,
Invisible.

She is so wounded, but she is still,
Masked.

No one knows her until she commits,
And then everyone suddenly had a class with her.

The monsters are back, and this time,
She just might let them win.

She puts down her weapons, and waves a flag,
Surrendering.

They do with her as they please,
And then they destroy all that's left.

A once happy girl, once hopeful,
Is but a shell.

There is no more 'her', for she is gone,
All because she lost one battle.

No one noticed her,
Until it was to late.

The scars were to deep.

The burns were unhealing.

The wounds were infected.

Her mind was broken.

The sanity lost.

The battle over.

She is gone.

And you can't get her back.