Last Poem Unknown

Don't know how to deal with this, to the outside world I sit in rich bitch bliss, but it simply doesn't exist, I don't have ur perceived privilege, in fact I'm a prisoner of my mom, she did such irreparable harm, declaring me special needs, she stole my autonomy, I hate her for that, I'm paying for the trust she lacked, I can't forgive nor forget, now I'm just all set, this was the nail in the coffin for me, I have no more hope faith or belief, so much unknown, honestly this might be my last poem, maybe even day here in hell on Earth, I finally have no more will to live/wish I was never birthed!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

5/28/26