My personal fortitude.
Being a little boy who was lost and all alone..i never had a place i could call home..my insides were torn,ripped and shred..i cried myself to sleep when i got into bed..truly believing i would'nt make it..hateing myself because i could'nt take it..always on guard afraid of tomorrow..i no longer cared because of the sorrow..most of the time i was very astute..it did'nt matter anymore that i was so cute..a child should be protected no matter what..he should'nt be shamed and keep his mouth shut..showing my emotions especially sadness..never existed because of the madness..there were days in my life i was very hurt..actually beleiving i was lower then dirt..looking for my mother sitting in my window..she could have cared less i was in limbo..the process of recovery is very painful..i'm very pleased i am not hateful..a product of the system in foster care..my life seem shattered and full of dispair..i was a child who needed your touch..then the day came when it was just to much..i'm a man of trauma who was'nt to blame..life back then was so full of shame..those days are gone i know it today..as long as i'm sober i'll be okay..my therapist kathy and god himself..i thank you so much for my mental health..i'm trying my best to finish this poem..therefore i guess i'll leave it alone.