I'm restless and breathless and it's 2am in the morning I'm up staring at the ceiling those flashbacks haunting taunting me, telling me what i lack as a human being reminding me to put up that facade of strength while i try to mend my damaged emotions throwing caution to the wind but i get hurt easily too easily but I'm silly enough to not show them cause people pick upon others if they show weakness so i put up a fake facade of strength... (yea so i get hurt easily so what, i heal quickly too and that alone makes me damn near impossible to hurt, but it makes up for a hell lota scars; emotione one at that) -yakaa: jujaa :
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.