lump

Nothing’s wrong with my life
 yet I’m desperately trying to survive
 a single day
without getting depressed everynight my suppressed
 emotions take over my heart
all those times when I’ve been hurt
 and couldn’t cry;
to make up for those times
 my laughter stops and my smile fades away and I begin to say nonsense,
 talk to the voices on my head
 but instead of talking I could always cry
 can’t I?
well saying “yes” would be a huge lie
 but despite my attempts to hide
my frown the moonlight brings out the tears in my eyes
 but NO I can’t cry
I just lie
 in my bed with a lump in my throat…

(well i've skipped a hell lota poems so yea too bad for u[those who actually read my blogs] m just gonna cobtinue with this one but rest assured. it's gonna be regular from now on)
-yakaa: jujaa