11/4/2021
I'll free myself from my shackles I'll grab this shotgun and blast these demons I'll spread there Brains over my prison walls I'll bust the door and make a mess of these halls.
I'll break there wrists and split there skulls, I'll cut these heads off and smear there blood down the walls I'll make them fear me like I fear them I'll cut them down these monsters will be condemned.
I know my words are violent and fucked and aggressive but I need you to hear my message we must kill our demons or we'll all die trying because the only way forward is through blood soaked triumph.
I'll cover them in petrol and set them alight I'll kick them until they go fucking blind, I want to be free my heads pretty fucked up I know I'm not alone but sometimes it's hard to stand up to get out of bed and take a shower i just want a normal life I don't want to be trapped in this tower.
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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...
