I am thinking and thinking and thinking.........
The more i think
The more i find it impossible,
The more i find it impossible,The more i want to give up.
The more i want to give up ,The more i hate myself.
The more i hate myself ,The more i withdraw within.
The more i withdraw within,The more i feel lonely.
The more i feel lonely ,The more i cry within.
But there is this small voice;
That pulls me up every time i fall.
Its hope,
That helps me to move on..............
YOU ARE READING
Thinking
PoetryI was thinking and decided i write about that one thing that i do so often yet find it too difficult to come to a conclusion and everything is still back to square one..... if u r like me then its for u...............
