17/3/2021
My hands are hot my head is cold this feeling is confusing because I feel whole.
The blood rushes down my head making me no longer feeling like I'm dead, I hate myself when I'm alone but I feel warm when you make me feel whole.
We don't know each other well but my feelings for you I just can't tell, my fingers numb, my legs are shaking, my head is spinning there's just no faking.
I don't know how to tell you in words that when I'm around you I no longer hurt.
YOU ARE READING
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...
