Her life now ...
Her hair was golden, bright and full of great big locks.
Now it's straw , week and has no life.
Her eyes glistened and glowed and were full of colour.
Now there weak, she can barely see and even you cant see past them no more.
Her plump, healthy fingers held mine as we walked along the beach.
Now there thin, and look like twigs(they won't stoop shaking).
Her lips
Her nose
Her skin had all become rough and wrinkly
... and the booze bottle still on the bedroom floor
Her life is only half way through, she's given up and no longer has no hope and will have to life with it forever