Hello,

can you

see the

yellow

halo on

top of my

head?.

I am

hanging

on by a

thread,

but you

can't read

my thoughts

on my lips or hips.

Fireflies are

out and the

skies seem a

little bit hazy.

The hazy skies

chase away all

of the butterflies

and I am feeling

lazy. Its a cycle,

this circle never

ends and I think

that I might go

crazy. I am bored

and I know that

I am useless this way.

Somethings gotta give,

Somethings gotta make

me believe that I am able

to survive in this coldhearted

world all by myself.