10/9/2020
I have no friends so I avoid social media
I hate the news so I avoid the internet
I used to love my own company because I never judged.
I never felt lonely with my Netflix and Xbox
I used to just sketch ideas from mental emotional box
I used to love my own room after all it's my very own fortress of solitude
But now I hate the way I look in my bedroom mirror i hate the sound of my voice as my emotions make my lip quiver
I HATE the site of my walls when I wake up
I HATE my mental box of emotions, I no longer have any artistic ideas I spent most of my days angry at myself and shedding tears
I used to abuse my self by cutting my flesh
But now I stay up so Late that I pass out
I sleep in so long Iv missed more than half the day
Some times I just don't shower just because I Don't Care
I used to love the outside world but now I can't stand It I just Hate the way it looks and the way it sounds the way it smells
I just can't stand myself anymore Now I just can't bare looking in the Mirror
Or listening to myself or being in my own head
Now I always feel lonely I have people to talk to but I just can't do it.
I used to think once I left Highschool my life would be great but thanks to quarantine I'm just filled with hate
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Poetry of a foster kid
ŞiirThis 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...
