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
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.