22/7/2021
This world needs fixing young mind keep breaking our emotions are baking we are at each other's throats for being different but it's difficult to breath when our air needs fixing without each other we are like fire without oxygen we struggle to lignite and we have no voice of reason because all we do is fight.
I am tired and exhausted from these battle wounds I have a knife in my back and this conflict has done nothing new we are torn and tired young minds keep getting dire our mental health tires from these poisonous liars, toxic and conscious it's getting harder to breath we have chemicals in our lungs but unless you open your eyes you won't see our reality.
Our minds are being controlled by our fear and lack of self control all we want is love and life but our convictions force us to fight, we kill each other and abuse our body's I know I'm not one to talk but I know this world is shoddy.
Blood in our streets and poison in our meats our heads are confusing our demons are bruising they are breeding and causing our bleeding our minds are twisted and misshaped they cause to be filled with nothing but regret and hate depression is obsession but young minds they are breaking out emotions we are faking but this world I'll be hating.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoesieThis 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...
