28/4/2021
I'm staring at these screens I'm hunched over in my chair my head set on my hoodie up the tv volume loud the gun shots they blare I'm hungry and I'm thirsty but I can't get up till I Destroy them all I'm addicted to my tech and I will be till i die.
My glasses there steaming my palms they are sweating I'm living in the dark because tech zombies are my generation we go till we pass got my death metal on my battery's are charged my armour is hard.
I can't sleep I can't eat I've got to keep going because I'm addicted to being a tech zombie.
I'll switch it off when my mother board gets too hot I'll give it up when I'm out of lives got my backup battery's next to me because I'm on the grind.
Caffeine running through my veins my addiction is pain I'm about to pass out but I'm running from this bullet rain.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoesiaThis 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...
