A wall rises, brick by silent brick, mortar of unspoken words. Not shouting, not rage ,never before til these recent years a desert where no conversation flows Eye of mine in direct In all of you, the conspiracy is a vacant stare that sees nothing, hears nothing, and now definitely feels nothing of you These years of deceit a closing door, the click a finality echoing in the empty space mind anything about life as it was before, the last time we spoke,what was Our relationship between you and this One-word answers, clipped, concise, daggers disguised as politeness, leaving wounds unseen. Mocking me reading everything your raping out of me You fu bitch ass punk bitches I hope you fucking die bitch your all punk ass bitches A group of bitches standing on a bunch of lies Face to face to face bitch You don't got a damn thing on me Don't ever go to church or help any individual For any goodness out of you 400,000 people are dead because of your bitch ass stupid fucks fuck all of y'all Dumb ass bitch, Feel nothing bout y'all Bitches ,an again Unintentional, perhaps, animosity built from past hurts, a fortress against growth and righteousness Dumb bitch the intent matters less than the impact, the slow erosion of connection, the crumbling of trust. A punishment unspoken, killing me in silence a control exerted through absence, a manipulation veiled in silence. Gaslighting like you never heard This may be why you don't remember Reminence ,all of you, Back to eight years ago Isolation creeps in by the corrupters an cold fog settling around you, rejected, unheard, unseen. Bitches Your voice, a fragile thing, never Somehow now don't givzah fuck bout lost in the cavernous space of withdrawal from ties of relationships Physiological stress is not their anymore Feel nothing about you bitch a tightening in your chest, a racing heart mirroring the frantic beat of your pleas. And on the other side, behind the unyielding wall, a similar turmoil, perhaps, a different kind of fear. These cuffs that may go around you fucking rists But the wall remains, unbroken,for now,but in time,they'll be carved out for your own head stone Their lives and my life a testament to a breakdown deeper than words can express. I love me Was it worth it, dead bodies everywhere, The will that was not being done til they pass because the will was altered punk ass bitch

carve your stone out of your own wall