carve your stone out of your own wall

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