22/1/2020
I am tired and I'm beaten, in the end we all go in the ground so I just lock my mind up IN A CELL like a rabid hound.
Have you ever tried? Tried so hard your getting nowhere tried so hard your head is spinning and you can't stop the feeling?
I feel like I'm under watch I feel like I'm under attack from an unknown entity it's every where and all I can hear are the words "you cannot escape me" I see it on the walls I see it and the scratches down these halls.
I am not depressed my mind is just suppressed I cannot give it up I just can't rest I gotta keep trying, trying to keep my eyes open for if I close them they might not open.
I have just gotta try...they don't know what's going on up here and they judge
But I won't Fucking budge and I just keep it all to myself.
But in the end that's just MENTAL health...
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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...
