What do you get when you sprinkle unwanted and negative thoughts onto a stitched up heart and toss it into a pot of worry and fear ?
I still got a head full of thoughts that i can’t seem to kick aside after an agonising day. When you got nothing productive to keep yourself occupied, it’s an easy giveaway for the mind to take control and wander blindly. Often taking me to dark and far places and got lost.
My head feels heavy and my heart is emotionally sinking as i type, what an awful night it is again. How bitter can things get?
B u r d e n . It’s me all the time.