Living spirit yet still broken (suicide poem #3)

Her living spirit
And forgotten broken soul
She had left her world
So damp
So cold

Bite marks on her pale rosey lips
Her words left to be said
Her world left to fall dead
Her body left without a breathe

Her world after death
Has not been better or great
She is sadly
Never seen
Never heard
Again her world has been left uncured

Broken girl
Shattered thoughts
Has been left
And yet forgot...