You know it's just a heart
It's all that one can give
You know its just a heart
You need your own to live
So out come the knives
Because hearts save lives
Flashback comes in all kinds of size
I probably was diagnosed ridilin myself
In my food they tried to hide
Now flashbacks can't be lied
Why in big pharma I will not confide
Clear in head and clear in mind
Mentalhealth nor one of a kind
Yet somehow I just find
Alot of fake around some signs
Sorry some didn't fight back as much
I can barely stand human touch
How's that for a cool band aid punch
Thinking of burning wealth after I go
Mental health for a Jokers show
Met enough Harleys to know
Starts with the love then
Sadly becomes a horror show
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PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
