9/5/2021
my blood frozen over a blade in my hand hot water on my back as I bragged it across my skin Bleeding in the water with bags underneath my eyes tears down my cheeks as I scream at the night.
I remember it so vividly I was cold with my reflection staring back at me, curled up in the shower with red all down my arms and across my legs I even put the blade up to my neck it wasn't the first time it wasn't the last these memories haunt me and the marks in my skin taunt me.
These tears leave scars running down my face my towels were soaked as I tried to stop bleeding out I put the blade down and away from my throat but not before one last stroke a final pull a final push a step closer the edge sometimes I look back on this and think I'm already dead.
Blood on the shower and inside my eyes blood running down my skin because I tried to commit suicide.
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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...
