I have this consistent habit,

This overwhelming-

Not desire,

But force that pushes-

Not pulls.

Dragging me into overthought.

Overthinking is the death for me-

The thing that will drag me down.

My own thoughts and assumptions with leave me,

Alone in this world.

For the pain I fear,

Even it is not to come,

I will assume will come anyways for-

I think too much.

I loathe thinking.