i could hurt myself daily
but will you be here, stitching my wounds?i could watch you walk away everyday
but will you promise to be back in my arms?i could die a million times
but will you tell me you love me in my funeral?i usually tell myself i love her,
pretending that it's you telling me those words,what have you done?
loving and hurting were never in my plan.
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...