Thanks everyone for your support. I wrote a poem, but it is an angry one at my mom for the memory of my brother. Please don't read if you trigger easily okay.
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Light Bulb Moment

Shove that wattage up your ***, mother.
Let us screw you into the most beautiful lamp.
Turn on that light that shines into the dark empty pit of your soul.
However, the light burns out as the evil encompasses and rejects all possible light in you.
What can’t you see the tunnel of white light?
Because vileness souls like yours belong to the devil.
Do you feel the burning pain of the light bulb radiating through you?
That is how a child feels when being tortured by their mother.
However, you can only feel yourself.
Well I feel and see the bright light of the truth.
My words will never hide your darkness.
You will pay your electric bill when the time comes
There will be no extensions; your power will be turned off,
As you fall into your deserving dark depths of hell
clink-

Dedicated to my brother Dennis RIP 10/17/07 who was a victim of childabuse. My mother weapon of choice hot light bulbs