15/10/2020
What if god isn't real what if the devil is just a myth
Tell me what is death if life is just a bottomless pit
We all die to live yet live to die what the point of living if life just contradicts
We spent our years doing jobs, beating ourselves up for not doing enough, wanting reason and explanation
Do we have a purpose or is life just?
We don't know what happens after death maybe it's nothing maybe it's what religion wants to believe Either way we're all gonna die even both you and me.
Why cure sick, why heal the wounded, why not do good things for the sake of doing instead of thankfulness and attention?
Why do we care so much when celebrity's die?
Is our only purpose as males and females to keep on giving life?
What about passion? What about emotion? When was the last time we all appreciated instead of hated those who are different?
I don't want to die in this world if it means being surrounded by hatred. I'd rather give my life to another than die alone
I'd rather live on the streets than in a massive home
I'd rather be poor than consumed by greed
I'd rather take a bullet if it meant not harming those close to me.
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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...
