9/4/2021
This grave is cold I'll never be whole my coffins it's rotting my Body is decaying my conscience is fading but fuck it shovel the dirt on my splintering pine box make sure there's no pulse actually on second thought let's not.
Doesn't matter if my heart is still beating bury me six feet deep down but don't forget my crown oh didn't you know? I'm king of the freaks I'll never fit in but hey we'll all gotta be know for something and being insane and lonely will be my feat.
They see me and they run like I'm gonna pull out a machine gun and just start popping off rounds I mean your not wrong so welcome to hell, Run while you can I'm releasing the hounds we shoot to kill till you drop face first to the ground.
I know I'm not alone but right now I'm in the Fucking zone gonna set fire to these bitches and water board them like we're back in salem, only we won't have any trials it's just straight to the execution.
I've been beaten I've been yelled at my hearts been broken but screw that shit I'm a fucking Titan I'll get back up and I'll slay these demons I don't give a shit what you think of me so welcome to purgatory.
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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...
