12/7/2021
Cut my flesh and rot my soul all these feelings be swallowing me whole, I try to run I've cried so much I've had a knife stuck in my back and now I have lost way too much blood.
I've been betrayed I've been deceived I thought they were my friend but they been talking shit about me, spreading lies and producing tears from my eyes, they said they don't care and that they never did Iv got a knife in my back and now it's in way too deep.
They called me a sociopath a freak And asshole I know I wasn't the best but I am I really that cold? I just don't understand what I did, I tried my best but This blade is just in way too deep, my head it aches my souls it hurts we each other knew for five years and now you do this? What did I do? Was it all me? I know I wasn't the best but I will not say sorry.
You stuck a knife in my back and you broke my spine you tore me apart even though we haven't spoke for awhile, you call me pathetic and a god damned loser but I tried to reason I let you be but then you go ahead and get people to start on me?
Fine you win but your also the loser I went and gave you everything and you caused me to bruise, you stabbed me in the lungs and robbed me of my breath but at-least in the end I can say you're the one who left .
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Poetry of a foster kid
PuisiThis 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...
