Things get difficult this way.
But they get even more worse,
When I myself don't know, who I am.
What are my needs and what I want.
When I don't get-
What is this hunger for?
So confused. So bruised.
All this hurt. And the huge pain.
It all makes me feel so little.
But the only thought that keeps me going-
Things will get better.
Sooner or later.
A/N:
Love,
Ankita.
Thankyou :)
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Rhythm
Poesia#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
