Warning: If you don't like angsty stuff, don't read.
Category: Original
Word Count: 60
Beautiful brown eyes filled with salty tears,
as clear as glass they fall down her pale face.
Her curvy lips trembling,
as she clings to the sanity she got left.
She`s dying. She`s not coming back. She`s gone.
With watchful eyes we watch this girl fade away.
Fade away to nothingness.
Gone from the surface.
Dead is what she is.