3/4/ 2021
was stuck in a cell cold and lonely I tried to climb out but I slipped back down I was stuck in the dark tired and hungry I tired to yell but no one could help.
I was bleeding and bruised staring at my mirror hating myself and everything else, Cursing the world living in the dark sometimes I hate this world things always go too far, she broke my heart and sent me in a spiral I hate this head but this is my world.
I'll climb Olympia I'll conquer the arena and earn my freedom and slay the armies I'll fight till I'm bruised I'll fight till I'm loved you may not want me but I won't give up.
She not the only reason I got like this I miss my life and not living like this, I spent so long thinking about friends people that I no longer get to see people that meant the world to me.
I miss my family and my mothers embrace I miss my foster mom Her and her grace, I miss my brother even our fights I miss not being depressed but fuck it now it's my life I won't let these monsters win because I'll fight and I'll fight and I'll fight.
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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...
