29/3/2021
My mind is broke my scars they grow, every hour every second my mind shatters like a mirror and I stalk the night like a killer.
I don't sleep I won't eat this medication got me feeling like a zombie I'm numb and I'm dead the only way to stop this shit is a shotgun blast to the head.
I fight and I run but sometimes I just want to be on the receiving end of an emptying gun, three shots to the chest and an extra to the head every day I wake up feeling like I'm Brain dead.
Drain my blood with a rusty knife fuck this world and fuck my life sometimes I want to live and sometimes I want to die because sometimes all you can do is just fucking fight.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoëzieThis 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...
