21/1/2020
I try to scream but they cannot hear me I am lost I can see it clearly I am drowning in this pool of tears, my cuts they bleed, my scars they sting why can no one hear me screaming?!?
I spend so many hours so many hours pondering about wether to run or to jump I'm sick of being the FUCKING runt I try so hard but I fall harder.
I have tried I have tried I have tried time and time again To make the pain wash away to suppress my emotions of misery and grey.
I don't know what to do I can't let things go I tried to make myself noticed but I failed.
so I sit here and watch the time go by I look at the mirror into my own eyes am cold I am lonely I am desperate I am begging This is fucking real life there's no such thing as a HAPPY ENDING.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I made from ages 15 to 17 it's about mental health and growing up the last few years in foster care it's a journey about maturing as a kid but also learning to grow and deal with my demons in the on going battle of eve...
