12/3/2022
I'm lay here on my matress with the feeling of bugs under my skin, crawling through my veins this itching is driving me insane, it feel like eyes staring from the corner I can't hear there laughter but I feel there taunting from ripples in the water.
my breath is too loud but my lungs are hardly breathing out, I feel nails in eyes like pins in my retinas with voices growling my demise, all I hear is the clock but it sound like a skull smashed against a rock a loud uncomfortable sound echoing around inside my ears IT feels like I've been tied down and staring at the walls for years.
I feel my body shaking while every part of my skeleton is aching and crunching through every movement it's like egg shells under a boot while these laughter's are looming, these growls are booming I barely feel human.
I've awaken but now I can't get back to rest it's like my mind is putting it's self to the test to see how long it can take the abuse but I don't know if I have any endurance left.
every time I close my eyes I get the feeling of salt being thrown into my eyes like scissors severing my optic nerve I'm forced to stare at a wall listening to a sound I'm not even sure I've heard staring at my own itching at the bugs crawling inside of it.
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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...
