17/5/2021
Bandages on my wrist a sadistic smile across my face my wrists began to bleed as I stitched my wounds up with lace a lighter in my hand as I burnt my skin away my flesh began to bubble but soon it was just puss and Grey.
My mind broke and hasn't stopped breaking I had a moment of weakness and now my wrists are now aching I had the blade in my hand and I stared at the floor then I started saying the words one cut two cut three cut four then I dragged it across my skin as my tears began to pour.
My words can be depressing but my mental state is often pressing these demons keep testing and my sins I keep confessing.
I need you to understand I know I'm not alone but for now for now I'm on my own fighting my shadow and wiping away my blood tears leave scars and I'm still digging my way out this mud.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoëzieThis 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...
