Wednesday, August 12, 2015

drifting to the winds, wanting to start again.

How many times have i pushed myself .Never i knew this could be happening.
As i thought this pills helps, but I could feel myself drowning deep
fearing is nothing but just an illusion.
concealing those pain ,is tormenting because it hurts .
it came back, i am tired.
to fight against this invisible disease is dangerously killing me softly.

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Of my instant thoughts,daily conversations,wildest dreams and I put them into stories.These writings were all uninspired .But,all the ones from which I truly remembered for many days and never will be forgotten.