The moment I stopped writing
I knew that my life is about to change.
The words inside me that are flowing,
Has started to dry out,
Made me feel alone, left out.
Two years since I left this site,
My mind has gone haywire.
The words I used to meet,
Now seems like it doesn’t exist.
Writing has been therapeutic for me,
It just sad that it’s too late now for me,
To recover from this depression and anxiety,
Despite of hundred talks from the therapy.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:56 AM UTC
The moment I stopped writing
I knew that my life is about to change.
The words inside me that are flowing,
Has started to dry out,
Made me feel alone, left out.
Two years since I left this site,
My mind has gone haywire.
The words I used to meet,
Now seems like it doesn’t exist.
Writing has been therapeutic for me,
It just sad that it’s too late now for me,
To recover from this depression and anxiety,
Despite of hundred talks from the therapy.
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