It’s raining outside,
Sitting alone talking with myself,
Talks are in continuous mode,
And thoughts growing more,
They are changing in every moment,
Not going to end,
Reciting my lose or gain,
What I worth it, what I'had done,
Or my hopes will work again,
They rehashing in my mind.
Mind is flooded with my thoughts,
Memories whom I lost,
Tears fall for worthless life,
like a an unsolved riddle,
Searching a wrong direction,
lost in life-maze,
Collecting all strength,
which may fall in this Rain,
lost in life-maze,
Collecting all strength,
which may fall in this Rain,
And me too, don’t know when
It’s raining outside, I am dying inside.
Comments
but I want to say that nobody's life is worthless, it becomes worthless when one stops thinking and stops working..while the same one is living in the world...