Nobody understands they don’t know what i feel
 i cut myself to relieve the pain on the inside 
but everybody thinks I do it to try to act all cool 
but I don’t care what people think or say at school 
they don’t live my life so they don’t understand 
the hurt I feel on the inside nobody seems to to understand 
my life is messed up nothing ever feels right. 
Nothing is ever good in my life. 
Everything is wrong nobody seems to understand 
that it hurts to realize that I don’t have a dad or mom. 
Everybody tells me to forget the past. 
To forget the friendships that never did last. 
I move from town to town trying to find a home but never do succeed. 
Every step that I take is more pain developing. 
I wish somebody would say they understand 
then again they couldn’t 
all my life revolves around death my life is like a dream 
a dream slowly becoming a nightmare which i wake from screaming. 
Nobody seems to understand that foster care is the worst place to be 
I get moved into a house full of strangers without any of my family. 
I sit there wondering why and the longer i sit there the harder i cry. 
I wish my brother was right here by my side as I cry my eyes out all damn night
nobody gets that all 
I want is some one to hold my hand and look me in the eyes and tell they’ll be
there right by my side starting right then and as all my wishes just fade away I take
a blade and try to cut my life away and still nobody understands me all I want is for
one day my life is not full of misery.

by Brea Wilson


(im not in foster care i just thought this poemy thing was interseting)