19/6/2021
I wish my life was normal I wish I could be like the other kids I wish I wasn't so broken I wish i didn't slit my wrists but I'm trapped behind crude wooden gates surrounded by noise it makes my ears ache there's blood on my floor and a demon in my mirror I'm trying but I'm just a back ally sinner.
My thoughts if only they knew they'd lock me away and throw away the key but sometimes thats what happens when your demons take control and wreak anarchy and all you can do is watch behind a thin sliver of glass but that's the thing cuz the past is never the past.
Ours monsters roam and tear our flesh they rip out organs and tear them apart they dig their claws in our neck and like a pack of coyotes they scatter and spread them over the woods.
Trapped in the ground and wrapped in barbed wire surrounded by worms the situation is dire we won't survive we are all going to die so don't try to run there is no point we're all fucking done.
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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...
