Mental health is something that has affected me.
Its partly the reason I seem to get fatter.
Sometimes the dark clouds are all you see.
My brain has felt so fucked, could call it Sasha Grey matter.
The black dog and I go way back.
I always keep a few gravy bones in my rucksack.
Its not to feed the beast but to cease the increase and find peace.
Which luckily I have.
Some people can't see past the bad.
I can tell you one thing in this open letter.
Speak to someone, Life gets better.
