Born Sinner

 Drink til it makes sense,

Or maybe to forget what it was,

Cause no one will love you

When you're honest,

As no one has the time to deal with the depressed,

The mind works in mysterious ways.

But the dark embraces you like an old friend.

And I'm too tired to fight it again. 

Just the same old sad song, 

The same day on repeat, 

The bottle of gin goes too quick. 

The dog needs walked, 

And a 100 other things. 

While my mind overthinks everything. 

As the gin kicks in.

I just hope this gin can wash away my sin.