4/5/2021
sometimes I feel like a blank slate emotionless like the blood has stopped in my veins it's like a sudden shock but then nothing like if I were to look into the mirror there would be nothing looking back at me sometimes I even struggle with empathy I can joke about some pretty fucked up stuff and I never realise when I hurt the people close to me.
Driven away like a bullet in the brain I'm still trying to claw my way out of this muddy grave I'm stuck in my coffin dirt filling my lungs running out of breath my demons have trapped me and I can't even run.
Stuck in a rut my monsters keep telling me to give up to surrender to the beyond and let my fears take control I feel like a broken record I wake up and repeat my day then I make the same complaints.
But I will keep moving before the shadows close in before the monsters rip me limb from fucking limb I will kill my monsters before the day Ends or I will die fighting these monster to the end.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoésieThis 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...
