Okay.
This isn't really a poem.
But whatever.

To get a lot of my poems, you have to know my story.

My birth day was even a warning of my demons.
October, the Unholy month
Thirteen, an unlucky number.

I was a ******* child born to a family of drug addicts
Alcoholics
Prostitutes
The Sinful Ones

I didnt have a happy childhood.
Unmentionable Things
Behind those walls.

I have been ***** a lot.
I dream it every night
I use my bio parents Sins
As an Escape

From the pain and heartbreak.
I am not a good person.
I am barely human.
I am a Murderer.

I am a Killer
In the Making.

I am a beast.
Just Awakening.

I was adopted by people at age 4
But somehow.
I still felt an invisible Closed Door.

I was bullied.
I cut
Chugged Pills
And *****

I tried to die so much...
But it 'got better'
Because of therapy
Because of meds
Because i tried.

But its not better.
But someday, it will be.
So I'm holding onto that.