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Murder She Wrote
My Mental Health is no fucking joke,
If I’m hitting the hole, I’m hitting it low.
Couldn’t climb coz you threw me a rope of
Judgements and whispers, like why can’t she cope?
If you knew my story you’d see how I lost hope.
Pray, never, will you, have to live in my boat,
Can’t rewrite a history, sit there and gloat
At the death of resilience, murder she wrote
If I’m hitting the hole, I’m hitting it low.
Couldn’t climb coz you threw me a rope of
Judgements and whispers, like why can’t she cope?
If you knew my story you’d see how I lost hope.
Pray, never, will you, have to live in my boat,
Can’t rewrite a history, sit there and gloat
At the death of resilience, murder she wrote
Published 12th Apr 2020
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