I’ve got a huge secret for you
If you promise not to tell
I’m not okay and I don’t feel well
I’m so loud in my poetry
But live alone in my shell
Look at me, we’re nothing alike
And it’s not that hard to tell
I’ve got broken ribs from Christians
Who kicked me hard when I fell
Been so ever close to death
I got a whiff off its smell
It’s like I have been cursed by a witch
With a spell-binding spell
I’m struggling to stay afloat
If you can’t already tell
Wave after wave of depression
I get swept in the swells
Imprisoned in my paranoia
I’m locked in my own cell
What’s the point of living?
If life’s one living hell

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