Numb

I look at the body before me,

The limping figure and the weightless soul; 

She resembles snow, 

Beautiful but disappears when touched. 

I see the brown locks of her now havoc hair,

Hanging over her forehead, covering up a part of her insecurities,

That has managed to slowly desecrate her. 

I see the hazel eyes staring back at me, 

That once were so lively and full of spirit; 

But now looks as if her very life had been sucked out of them.

Her eyelids so gently shutting,

Allowing a single drop of tear to finally escape, 

Giving way for more bawling. 

I move down to look at her lips,

The ones that twitched up at every little thing now find it hard to even stay horizontal; 

Drooping down like leaves that wilt from the lack of sunshine.

Then again, that's what she was; Sunshine.

The summer in winter now turned to autumn as the leaf floated away. 

I glance at the mirror one last time and see myself,

But that's not me, it couldn't be.

For all I could see was a girl who forgot to live,

For all I could see was a numb body in front of me.