It's a feeling that clings and stings,
One that washes away all other feelings.
Making you lose the current momentum,
And the drive for what you once had passion for.
This inkling feeling which gets you stuck--
Hitting us blindly like a truck.
Unknowingly confining us in our minds.
A prison in which some are too weak to handle.
Some drown in an ocean of thoughts,
Ruling out their desperate attempts to stay afloat as useless.
With every attempt of pushing to the surface above,
Sadly the chances of being pulled down lower is higher.
Everyone has fallen victim to overthinking,
That causes one's sanity to be slowly sinking.
What's inside the mind of an overthinker?
Thoughts that secretly turn into silent killers.
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Valley of Flowers
PuisiA collection of my raw thoughts and feelings processed into poems written in English. Every poem is a flower that blooms to it's fullest. There will be weeds that might overgrow it. However, the flowers will remain the same with it's beauty. The po...
