Someone told me it was mental health week,
Apologises that I've not even made a tweet,
The health of my mind at the mo is pretty unstable n weak,
It breakable n shakable n I don't really want to speak.
Take ur pills, take ur pills, is all I can remember,
When I was depressed n psychotic for 20 odds years Jan 2 December.
Bi-polar, Schizo, told I'd be paranoid 4 forever,
No med reviews, so stopped takin those sweets, GPs ain't so clever.
Life on Olanzapine, Rispirodone n other Fluorine based meds,
Only make u fat, slows u down n fucks with ur head.
Prob why Hitler, Stalin, CIA used it 2 cold walk enemies dead,
Slept 23 a day, even behind the wheel, so lucky not 2 b dead.
So I take what I need to get me up every day,
But I could easily spend life under the duvet wishing it away.
Cops n stitches, n a 5 stretch for jus getting thru the day,
But I dont give a shit coz I'm in prison either way.
Dont ever sneak up on me n surprise me from behind,
Probably find out how quick 2 fingers make u blind.
I can't handle stress n my bodies only half kind,
Had more holes put in me than 3 whore houses combined.
Now I'm falling apart n COVIDS blocking my health,
Multiple ops cancelled coz DAVOS trebled their wealth.
So I hv to cop block, runnins daily, sneaky n stealth,
But every non prescribed med slowly corrodes my health.
So mentally or physically I'm wrecked beyond prime,
N wen I run out of p's n ill I'd happily do the time.
Courts local paper journos wud only see a standard crime,
Mitigating circumstances wouldn't even warrant a line.
Coz my mental health needs fixing but no1 seems to care,
N I stay stuck in this flat alone no1 2 talk to or share.
My mental health nds mending but shrinks wont get out there chair,
N that's why my minds goin 2 b the end of me, pls God hear this prayer.
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