i became your blanket
the moment everyone's giving you a cold treat
and when the rain started to make your roof wet.
i became your sunlight
when your world collapsed, turn into night
and you had no one to see in your sight.
i became your therapy
as you can no longer be happy naturally
and nothing can brush back your smile, seemingly.
i became your “this” and “that”
until i became no one to myself.
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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...
