i already lost my count
on how many times
i've seen you die
in front of my eyes.
one night,
i saw you drowning yourself
in your own thoughts and tears,
that killed your eyes and mind.
one midnight,
i saw you ripping your skin
because his name is written all over you,
that destroyed your corpse so much.
one sunrise,
i saw you walking in the seashore
and let your soul leave you,
that left you nothing.
a cat's life will get shy
once it knew that you
died multiple times but still here,
breathing and surviving everyday,
you must be proud of yourself after all.
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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...
