Don’t fret about me,
I’m doing ok.
I understand that you’re worried,
but I’m grieving my way.
I need to keep busy
or my thoughts start to stray,
I’d sit and dwell if I let me,
but coulda, shoulda won’t pay.
Drugs are a blessing
I’ll damn well numb what I may,
Take a walk wearing my shoes
before having your say.
I understand that you’re worried,
but grief is different each day.
I love you for caring.
I’m doing ok.
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