Life at the children's home was tough, so when I heard that a family wanted to foster me, I was elated.
Could my dreams finally be coming true? Would I finally experience the love and comfort of a family?
I was so excited, I didn't stop to consider the potential dangers lurking behind their offer, so innocent was my hope. My naive mind eagerly embraced the opportunity, but now I wish I had hesitated.
All they wanted was the money they'd receive for taking me in. I received no love, no care. I found myself trapped in a home poisoned by deceit, slowly suffocating under their false promises.
These people were no saviors; the devil hides behind empty smiles and hollow words.
Now, the children's home didn't seem so bad after all.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoesíaEmbark on a deeply personal journey through the pages of "Fragments of Innocence." With raw and honest verse, the author invites you to explore the complexities of childhood trauma and the development of borderline personality. Interspersed with mom...
