9/4/2021
pill can't fix this my scars won't be healing my mind won't stop breaking my legs they keep shaking my head keeps spinning feel like I'm over dosing on this depression.
I'm sick of people telling me to stop bitching this is my head you don't know what's going on up here I'm telling you I need help and your telling me it's all for attention fuck you bitches I'm gonna take you to my asylum.
Gonna burn your wold to ashes and cause you to lose everything you love I'm gonna lock you up till you start punching the walls and screaming at yourself then we'll see if you have the strength to pull yourself outta your cell.
Because welcome to my world this is my mind it's pretty messed up in here I'm just trying to make friends and find love but everyone they just judge, I'm know I'm a little weird and I can be a little freaky sometimes I joke about some shit but that's just me coping.
I don't even know if my friends aren't just faking you see my world is wrapped in a cloth called paranoia and anxiety on top of that my head won't let me be I just want to feel like I'm not alone.
You might know what that's like but if you don't then shut the fuck up cuz this is my head and I'm trying not to let go.
I don't need your criticism I don't want your help I don't need your pity I'm not dead I just got mental health.
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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...
