STRESSED

I knew how much depressed and stressed and messed she must be.
Her energy and support for the clergy was a bee’s.
She wouldn’t dare let her hare starve here
She was a perfect mate I met by the mall.
But now she passes me and curses herself by the hall.I left the leftover on the oven yesternight
But nothing has happened through the light
She’s still the same.I don’t really know what to think
Because the last time she went outside she wore pink
A colour of her discomfort and uneasiness
A preference she goes for on burial happiness.She has been drained and chopped
Her eyes are pale and grey
She feels weak and her parts disentangled
She has been that dull for days
I feel sorry for her.I feel sorry for her helplessness
That her soul is broken
And her heart is soaked in pain
Her brain has broken down
And her body is shaking and breaking
She has lost her firmness.She nolonger looks like my highness.
I’m so sorry I can’t pull her out of this depth
She went inside with depression
Now he wouldn’t let her out.
I’m heartbroken.