Happened to walk by and I caught a glimpse. I couldn’t keep myself from stopping just to say
“excuse me, miss”.

You look so sad, what’s got you down and out? Lips so sweet, they should be use to smile, not pout.

Eyes tell the story of hardships and madness. On your adorably cute cheeks I see dried tears of sadness.

Upon your bosom, bears a wealth of sorrow. Yesterday’s nightmares washed away your dreams of tomorrow.

That arch in your back made for you to walk with a graceful stride. So why do you not walk with your head held high?

Labored breathing because you never get to let out a sigh of relief. Why is it that you take upon yourself so much grief?

Mental stability is as thin as thread, from all the many thoughts constantly racing through your head.

You seem so exhausted and your aura has no shine. You’ve lost all hope and you have no idea what your soul is searching to find.

But if you pay close attention you can feel the rhythm of your pulse. You’re still alive and kicking and that’s what should matter to you most.

A repeatedly broken heart keeps on mending and beating strong. So dust off your shoulders, take it on the chin and keep pressing on.

Through all of that tough exterior I see an absolutely vibrant spirit. This may have caught you off guard but I thought you ought to hear it.

That’s why I had to stop and say, “excuse me, miss.” But didn’t you know you are way too beautiful to be stressing like this?