Foster childs heart

Being a foster child was never easy
to make new friends
then relize your leaveing
it takes a while to get used to the feeling
of stepping outside
and atomatically seeing
that the things that will soon be gone are right before your eyes
moving every month
from cruel parents to violent parents
makes it hard to bare your life
so you bleed the pain away
as social services thanks your crazy
you move again
like its just another day
looking out the window
to things you will never have
people who are so happy
only make you mad
no one really notices
that your there and then your gone
moveing every month
no friends to say bye to that arent off and on
you are not even friends with your self
who could you be
you have no one else
years have past
the end is here at last
you got a faimly thats always gone
they have now time to check up on you
so you grabe the razor again
and bleed as soon as you begin
you think of everything you will never see again
down the vein you go
and put your life to the end

please tell me what you think i wrote this when i was 8 years old
FIRST POEM