Whatevers left...

Whatevers left,
Whatevers left of this girl that was once Called *englishrose*
Her arm once so pure delicate soft skin,
is now dirty , tainted with red trackmarks.
Whatevers left,
Whatevers left of that smile,
Her face ruined with the pain of that long lost emotion
now alien to imagine.
Whatevers left,
Whatevers left of that personality,
Her stupid jokes which always made her the centre of
her friends' conversations.
Whatevers left,
Whatevers left of that voice
Her once so fluent speech precise and filled with passion.
Whatevers left?
Whatevers left i dont want her, no one wants her.
Her body, an empty shell of nothingness.
R.I.P That girl once living.

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