31/12/2025
It’s All in the Head
Lonely in a crowded room,
Noises crawling through my head,
Smiling like I’m part of it
While something in me’s dead.
Councelors said, reinvent yourself,
As if pain was just a phase,
I wasn’t a broken toy soldier
Just lost inside the haze.
Recovery wasn’t genius,
No mask, no grand release,
It was finding who I am.
Keeping my mind at peace.
J. J. Whelan🙏🙏🙏👊✊