17/8/2021
My body is my canvas my body is covered, my body is broken but I'll surely add another I do not regret my scars each score is a tally mark seventy nine reminders not to take that final step into the dark, not to let myself slip although I'm standing on tilted ground every once and a while I'm going to lose my footing and fall all the way back down.
I'll climb my way back up even though my reflection is staring even though I'm lurking in the dark crying tears and sweating, we all have our moments our minds become dark and twisted but if you understand what it's like then welcome brothers and sisters, our minds can shatter and our body's break like twigs so we cover our selves in makeup, fake facades and wigs.
Caffeine in my system and no sleep to run my brain I'm a victim of my own psychosis my reality is insane my skin is my rock and a razor is my chisel sometimes when I slip the foundation gets brittle it's cracks and crumbles from my mental health's weight sometimes i inhale vapours but only just a little, something to take off the edge and take me away from my reality my jacket smells like smoke from my apparent low morality.
Past ghosts didn't want to get to know me they just called me a sociopath and a fucking freak I know I can be down but now my monsters are escaping from their house, I'll bark and claw and howl like a hound like a new age Romulus until this dark realm I can get.
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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...
