*sigh*

dear myself,.

well, people ouhgt to ease thee,
it is uselss,
and,
sort of bugging thee inside out.

and ouh,
thee art morally down and superbly depressed.
gasping for more oxygen, needs and warmth of mind.
technically.
trying to hang on.
thee fell every time thee tried.
thee art tired, mindly, solely.
yet, thee art breathing, still..

still and still,
thee smile,
but,
thee heart art,
solemnly,
lonely,
feeling the needs,
the time that runs,
slowly,
it kills.