Trigger warning for abuse, addiction and guns.
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•{ The insults, the laughs, the lonliness, the lies... You did this to yourselves. Don't act so innocent. }•
A sweet little boy turned into a monster, capable of unimaginable evil and things only the truly tortured could properly execute.
Turned insane by the gunshots in his head, triggered by little Susie's disgusted look on her face when Johnny Boy brought her beautiful red poppies. Triggered by the fists of Jamie against his nose. Triggered by the laughter of the school when Louis tripped Johnny Boy.
The voices in his head grow louder day by day, saying worse and worse things. He didn't know how to cope with the demons in his home and mind besides getting daddy's rifle and finally serving the spoiled brats at school what they have always deserved.
He didn't know what to do when daddy fell asleep with the bottle in his hand except to follow in his daddy's footsteps.
He didn't know what to say when mommy gave him a bottle of pills except to listen to her and be a good boy.
"Take the pills with me, John! It'll be fun!"
"But momma, those pills make you do bad things."
"Take the fucking pills John!"
He didn't know what to say except "Yes mommy." He didn't know what to do when mommy fell asleep and didn't wake up except spit the pills out.
He didn't know what to do except blow their brains out.
He didn't know what to do except blame the kids in class for the guilt he felt.
The guns were in their hands at one point.
They were the ones pointing a semi-automatic to Johnny Boy's back.
They were the ones who pulled the trigger, laughing uncontrollably as the blood splattered the wall.
It was their fault he blew their brains out.
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Blessed Sins
PoetryI wrote a (few) poems because why not? And I'm ✨ s a d ✨ This story also contains swearing
