people might mock at me
if i tell them that
a person can survive
with brokenness.
never have i ever known
that my weak ribcage,
screaming for help everyday
will actually stay calm
for awhile
and let itself break its own
for someone
she trusted that will handle her,
but her instincts failed again
after hundred times of trusting,
my ribcage let someone
stole the heart inside her
and left tiny particles
but still, she exists
and survives
and lives
and stays
all over again.
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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...
