[TW: Self harm and mental health shit] Poetry/writing Day 1: Nadsat rap-like piece about my mental health struggles.

So I'm starting a thing where I write one poem or something per day for a month just 'cos.

So today's is one I had started about a week ago and finished today; it's (as the blog title says) a rap-like thing written utilising the Nadsat lingo from the novel "A Clockwork Orange").

Anyways, enough chit-chat, here's the poem:

Everything is fine until I change upon a dime

And now I'm sitting in this cold room doing mental mental time, I’m 

waiting for the clock to chime upon my payment for my crime

Sitting in this damn room doing mental mental time

That damn rozz don’t know what’s up inside of my head

How I look alive but inward I just want to be dead

He just yells out of his rot to do what he done said

Listen here you sod you ain’t nothing but a blockhead

Everything is fine until I change upon a dime

And now I'm sitting in this cold room doing mental mental time, I’m 

waiting for the clock to chime upon my payment for my crime

Sitting in this damn room doing mental mental time

Britva ‘gainst my shoulder, problems bigger than a boulder

Watching the red krovvy run, waitin’ for my time to just be done

Sittin’ on me oddyknocky, with an arm that’s red and soggy

Is it too much ask-a to go get some spatchka

Everything is fine until I change upon a dime

And now I'm sitting in this cold room doing mental mental time, I’m 

waiting for the clock to chime upon my payment for my crime

Sitting in this damn room doing mental mental time