Tales...❤️‍🩹

A gentle soul, with heart so bright, Easily ensnared, by attention's light. A fleeting glance, a whispered word, And she's invested, her heart absurd. She craves connection, like air to breathe, Ignoring her, a wound that won't heal or seethe. Her mental health, a canvas worn and frayed, A masterpiece of emotions, in disarray. Each night, she cries, a silent, secret pain, As the weight of the world, her shoulders cannot sustain. She listens, a safe haven, for all to share, A calming presence, that's always there. Her spirit, a beacon, that draws you near, A sense of home, that banishes all fear. But this energy, that once flowed free, Is dwindling fast, a reservoir draining to sea. She provides solace, a shelter from life's storm, But has none for herself, a heart that's lost its form. A beautiful soul, with a heart of gold, Fading slowly, like a sunset growing old. Will someone notice, before it's too late? Will someone hear, her silent, desperate state? Or will she fade, like a whisper in the night? A gentle soul, lost in the shadows, without a fight.