I'm surviving but I'm not alive

Im fine but inside im dying

After all her past she was feeling great as she walked into her first class.

But all face seem to turn and stair as soon as she walked through that door.

Whispering and rumours started fast and everyone just seemed to point and laugh.

She had very limited friends that cared for her and they was her world.

She stumbled through the corridors with her head hung low hoping no one would know.

Her friends asks what wrong but all she could manage was I'm fine.

But she wasn't fine.

She had got so used to trying to be that happy character, she played it so well that sometimes even she believed it.

She used the term 'fine' as a cover up because it was just to complicated to explain why.

But deep down she was dying just look into her eyes.

If only people would have know sooner.

She not only was dying inside but was an artist and it was magic!

She painted with a brush and canvas it was just sad that the canvas was her skin and the brush was a blade.

The thing that was truly magic was that she painted in silver but it came out red.

MAGIC?

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Just a little poem/story don't think
It's that good tell me your thoughts and what else I should write.

I'm always here!
Love,
Charlie
Xxxxxx