20/4/2021
Lately I've been dreaming about all the ghost in my past I'm only sixteen but Christ I'm a wreck, I miss my Ex and all my friends there so many people I hurt and I wish I could have the chance to say I'm sorry to prove I'm no longer that person but that's the thing about the past I've fucked up and I can't change it.
I've been dreaming about friends I haven't seen for a couple of years then I wake up depressed as shit because it's them I really miss, sweating in the dark holding back tears I hurt my best friend and now I'll never see her again I burnt my bridges and I dug my grave.
I miss the kids I lived with when I was in my first foster home we had to stick together without each other we were like a car crash going up in flames but in the end we all fell apart and looking back i was the only one to blame.
I spend so much time complaining that I don't see the pain I'm causing to the people around me, I don't even know if my collage class likes me it seem I irritate them and even since my brother left I've felt venerable because even though I wouldn't normal admit it I'm broke and I don't know how to be fixed.
I come here to write and spill my feelings I seem different outside of this world because I don't know how to express myself I seem to only feel when I'm all alone.
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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...
