She is gone now...

She is gone now,
her bubbly laugh echoing the halls,
her sparckling green eyes staring happily,
her bright smile across her face,
the rosyness from her cheeks in snowy days,
the cute pouts from silly fights.

Now all that's left is,
A simple straight line for a smile,
a pair of dull green eyes staring at the wall,
her small lips lossy with her lipstick,
her pale face like that of a broken doll,
her lifeless stare in her bedroom floor.

Her small body fragile like glass,
her small hands holding a bright red rose,
her green eyes closed behind pale eyelids,
covered by black eye shadow,
hiding the bags from under her eyes,
from the many nights cry herself at night.

Her small body laying down in a black cofin,
many strangers mouring around her,
her pale skin covered by a short black lolita dress,
some knowing how much she loved the style,
from above the small girl glaring at strangers,
thinking "Why now, when it's too late, is it
the only way to be loved, the only way is death?"

The priest praying for her soul to meet the "beutiful"
afterlife, not knowing her soul faded away,
months, even years ago,
feeling like an empty shell,
almost like a ....
zombie.