Mentàl

What I am about to say,

I mean no harm.

It became serious to me

When she stabbed me in the arm.

I always thought that mental

Was just being mean.

Until the day,

The grass wasn't green.

The sky wasn't blue

But it all seems red.

An argument started on

Every word that I said.

I leave the room

My narcissist followed.

I was screamed at so much

Til my head seemed hollow.

I grabbed my keys

And headed for the door.

I heard a thump and shatter

As my picture hit the floor.

I turned around and headed

Back to my room .

I got stabbed in the arm

By a broken broom.

Blood started gushing

I was about to faint.

Then she ran to me

Talking like a saint.

Was that not you that

Went off on me?

Is this blood or Kool aid

That I see?

She rushed me to the hospital

Cool and calm.

She lied about how

She hurt my arm.

Mental health is so serious

We surely don't have a clue.

How something so violent

Could end in "Baby, I love you."

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