Why do people tease me,
For not having a brother.

For not being able to give a boy child
Why do people tease my mother?

I had a hobby,
He left...

I used to type,
freely,
without hesitation.
But you stopped me...
You burned me,
abused me with your savage neglect.
Now I pause,
Hesitate,
Re type,
Reword,
My words are broken-
meaningless and empty...
searching the void of memories,
yelling at nothing,
accomplishing nothing,
nothing,
but a blank space

*******,
and you inability to love me.
*******,
and how you've never supported me.
*******,
and your words that cut me.
*******,
and your dead heart that beats me.
*******,
and your traps that trap me.
*******,
and the love you denied me.

But **** me,
For believing you,
For loving you,
For letting you in,
and giving you chances.
Yes, **** me, and my
Stupidity