Stream of consciousness Part 4

“Stay starved, bitch, cause I'm your boss!”

She had to bear the weight alone

She was like holy Mary on a cross 😫💔

Not a bit of it I will condone

I wished that I could beat him up

But I was just a boy

Put the fool into his place!

She's not your fucking toy!! 🤬🤬

My heart was screaming it was wrong

Stupid mother played along

I was too weak and damaged then

After Minecraft days my state was zen

I played tennis 🎾 on the wall

Simulating what was gone

Holding on to what was fake

I laughed like it was all a joke

It all masked me broken from hate

Chiseled like a fucking statue

“Shut up, Jonathan!” the words of Matthew

She told me that I sounded depressed

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?!?!” 🤣😆

He was real and not a monster

Outside him I sucked his life

Me and Isaiah fucking fell out

I lost my best friend

I turned into a monster then

He didn't let me in

Innocent perversion

Brains splattered on the wall

But it didn't even exist anymore

I lost respect; my fall