so i wrote a poem.
To this day she sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, crying, gasping for air. To this day she still gets those nightmares, those nightmares that were at one point reality; those nightmares that still haunt her each and every day. From anxious to depressed to furious, she’s reached that point that she may forever be emotionally numb. Still, she goes on with life with a...
a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up– Nas, The Message