As
the rot
starts
to set
in
I
pour
myself
another
gin
To
silence
the pain
in my
head
As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift
My
mood
starts
to
lift
And
I can
finally
get out
of bed
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As
the rot
starts
to set
in
I
pour
myself
another
gin
To
silence
the pain
in my
head
As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift
My
mood
starts
to
lift
And
I can
finally
get out
of bed
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Love it 🙂
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Thank you!
You’re too kind 👍🖤
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I will reflect on your eloquent but troubling words.
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Thank you my friend.
Elequence is not something usually associated with me! 😉🖤
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Well.. sometimes a few well chosen words convey more than a 1000 word essay. So maybe “succinct, but never dull” would be a good description. Keep writing.
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Haha, that sounds much more like it! 😁 I may steal that as a title! 🖤
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You’re amazing
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Well that’s nice to hear my friend – even if I can’t quite believe it 😊🖤
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