Her Bleeding Heart

Don’t touch her with good will
Her frail heart may not cope
For kindness she cannot offer
It does not bring her hope,

She lies to keep them away
From seeing into her soul
Her deathly pale skin sings
As her mind collapses into the hole,

She cannot go on much longer
Living in this state
Her heart crumbles each few seconds
That she allows her thoughts to taint,

Although good will comes strong
Her eyes shall not pick it up
They gaze past true intentions
Seeing only the corrupt,

So if you see her do not speak
For she may crumble and break
Her mind processes your words slowly
But the kindness she cannot take.