sometimes, i thought
that i am born
to touch one's heart,
to speak up words,
to caress one aching soul,
to voice out for the voiceless,
to witness for the blinds,
to wake up the sleepers,
but right now,
i just realized
that i am not,
because i never
touched my own heart,
spoke up for myself,
caressed my own soul,
voice out my thoughts,
witnessed mere reality,
and woke up from my deep sleep.
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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...
