20/7/2021
Blood in my eyes and cuts on my chest barbed wire under my skin and nails imbedded in my chin, flies in my throat and vomit on my shirt rips in my clothes we all leave this world hurt.
Broken and bleeding this scorched earth needs weeding I taste blood and regret but I'm not done yet, maggots in my eyes mental health is an evil surprise it sneaks up when you least espect it then once it has you there's no way you can escape it.
Napalm in the sky's sticking pins inside my eyes needles in my veins bleeding black and grey, stitches on my wrist mental health is making me sick, throwing up pills my stomach was filled with blood across my face my reflection is a disgrace.
Punching up my mirror dreams of a sadistic killer slits across my neck cutting off my fingers what is one less? Pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain I'm pieces my life back together but I'm on my last tether I have a shotgun in my hand but I guess we are all apart of the damned.
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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...
