6/5/2021
Stuck in a corner surrounded by flies with my skin sliding off like a rotten surprise, my bowels decomposing with rats eating my chest I don't remember the last time I even pressed the flesh.
My ears cut off my eyes gouged out maggots in my throat with my Tongue cut out, Hear, see and speak no evil, my demons sometimes hold me down and bite there way through my intestine track and once you join me in the dark there is simply no going back.
My guts are spilled surrounded by guilt crows are feeding off it as flies lay there eggs in my brain from the hole that this hand gun left in my head, I stared at the mirror then shot myself dead.
Spiders feast and swallow my skin, Burns and bruises across my wrists my veins hanging me up like a marionette a shadow puppet with faeces covered rats in his chest.
welcome to my reality these words are chosen to make you see to wake you up to the fact that the world is fucked and like my mental health there's no turning back the clock.
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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...
