Hey punk bitch,

In my whole life I’ve been raised to be loyal to my family and my homies. We used to be close and i considered you a brother. for me that means something, because once you’re in my family i drop all my filters with you and i speak my mind, heart, and soul with you. I thought it meant something to you as well, but i guess it didn’t. what you did to me was dirty. Not cause of what happened, but cause you lied to me. When i called you out and all i heard was quivering on the other side of the phone i was hurt and angry. Hurt that my actions were causing one of my brothers to be scared and angry because you obviously didn’t care and respect me enough to talk to me like a man, but rather like a dog with its tail between its legs. I’ll never forgive you for lying to me and breaking my trust because that was one of the most painful experiences of my life.

One of the things i was always proud of was my ability to stay calm under pressure, but for the first time in my life you made me lose my composure.  you made me lose everything i held dear to my heart. I literally lost the ability to trust people around me and the new people i met for a bit. I was going completely psycho and out of my mind. However, i held myself together before stupid things happened and was able to filter out that poison, confusion, and hate you filled my heart with. I thank my real friends and my real brothers.

I’m still hurting to this day only because part of me still remembers how i considered you a brother while the rest of me knows you’re a punk bitch.

You’re not my brother anymore, so i guess i’d let you know this. When i’m around we’re gonna treat it like we’re pissing. I stand, you sit you punk bitch.