She is..

This is her. She who is invisible, yet so painfully obvious that she was always noticed. She who is hated by all, yet loved by so many that she nearly drowns in it. She who is so beautiful that no one can stand to look at her. She who is so caring that people think she's selfish. She who loves writing so much that she's run out of words. she whose blood stains the faces of the fallen and who mourns every death, yet threatens every life. She who loves, and hates, and is dead, and yet, still lives. This is her.