Grave Yard

I could hear a women say no in grief, as there was someone walking like a monster with a mouth full of needles hanging out of it, by the projects. The Spanish people said it was Halloween as NYC streets turned to sands and two Spanish men tried to lore me into a hotel room. They said this is Egypt and they wanted me sick. They close the curtains and I see Brittany with the same Spanish guy she has on her Facebook is there too. Then I fall asleep, and I could see my lover surrounded by a lot of women in a hotel, and I could see his eyes opened wide. There was a man driving a black car looking for me with a gun, but since he could not find me, he puts the gun to his mouth. I wake up out of insanity and a racing heart. I tried to stay home and stay calm but something too me over the edge when I kept thinking about my dream. I wish I had a friend to keep me calm so I can stay in my room waiting for help. Like he is fine he’s a grown man he can protect himself. It is me who needs to stay put and relax, just relax. But no, I ran into the night, and I went to far in this black ocean and that same man from me dream came to me. His words were do you like me. I looked in joseph’s direction and saw he would not pen the door to me, and I dreamed my dream and I fell. I was too scared to run knowing he had a gun. I was dead either way. I told him to take me to joseph and he took me by the oasis hotel then to pelham garden. Where I seen everything happen. I was too scared to ask for help or to scream, I thought to run by the highway and get help. I knew no one in this hotel was going to help me. I was dead, and they was repeating history of lana del rey summertime sadness. I went down this hallway that seemed familiar with him. He opened the door I went inside, he stopped me from going into the bathroom. The way he was acting scared me so I tried to open the hotel door but it was like someone was holding it from the outside unlocked or locked the door would not open. I look at the man and he is just laying on the bed pretending to be asleep. I then end up on the bed where he hits me and acts weird, and I could not move. Due to all the poison that I put in myself over the years with the hospital I am always passing out when I don’t want to sleep its not normal. So, I went to sleep, and I woke up to an injection down my throat and I was burning. He then dropped me off down my block to where the Spanish people were. He had long hair, nice cheekbones, shorter than 5’2 very strong. I just knew who this was, and I felt so sad where I spent my nights for the past 3 years burning with boils all over me, strokes, screaming out of my sleep, my skin peeling off. Then the acs and act team took me and tried to kill me through mental health services. I got a vision they were going to murder me and lie about it saying I committed suicide. But I survived because I thought about my daughter and sister. I went through all that sadness and fought my way back to life. I had no energy nothing. I did not understand how these people are running around with injections of diseases it had to come from the hospital no? All my neighbors made fun of me calling me a sick dog, laughing at me and telling me I was going to get beat up. It never was joseph who was apart of it, I see. Just the women who are following the Bronx Beyonce is what they call her. She did everything. The police had turned this into titanic in 2013 and they said they’re job was not to keep me safe. I should of knew better to defend myself more or call my mother let her tell me what to do to go back home safe no raped. The police, hospital and gangs did something really big just to find out it was never joseph. But the Spanish people are getting people sick and theres a lady screaming at me saying im a prostution and looking at me looks like your screaming at an 8 year old child. Pretty sad. The same women began to say I cant let joseph see me too pretty or they will fuck me up. So they get me raped, rob me, and lock me up in a mental hospital and plot on ways to kill me to make it look like I was an heroin addict and It was suicide. I was their god and mary was Katherine. She was jasmine they said I had to fight her. She even tempted joseph to rob me for her. She told me why do I need money same thing the Spanish people bully me outside for. She was one of the pimps ruining my life and taking my soul away. Where she then called police on me she told them to get me and she was the boss and they listen. They come to my home and put her over the phone to let me know when im being locked up in the mental hospital. She’s a spoiled brat bullying me with the line of women using that man just for sex nothing else. I wake up and I can hear them laughing at me and partying and they told me he had cancer. I went back to sleep and see he was with the Spanish people and the white girls too and he had cancer because of them and the black girls were with them to riding with him, on him for him. He was all wrinkled and smoking a cigarette like they took all his energy and used him up. I never even had a chance to have him it was already over since the moment we first talked on valentines day. A few years later they put me in a mental hospital for valentines day. They said here now you can go get joseph and I got sicker with no money and hard to get ajob. But then they went crazier and more savage and played their cards right. There was no way out if I stay home the ambulance would be called on me to go back in for lock up and if I go outside im dead, and if I ask for a job its no . everything is no they pulled a rihanna. I had to give them my soul, my life, my money, my heart, my vagina, my ass, my mouth, my clothes, my documents, my everything like a slave. Where they even took my personality and identity. My doctor said I was going to be someone big. I knew it too when I wrote all my music and poetry and if I was pretty all the option I had for my work. But now I had nothing because I had to give everything to the women who were looking for jospehs attention until they are done with him. It has nothing to do with anything else. Then the hospital locks me up for two years straight giving me an injection that made me want to commit suicide i stood up for 4 days they said it was a mood stabilizer. I call the hospital they lie to me say its zyprexa and said only doctors can get that information. I tried to report the injustice and crimes I dont know anybody heard but im dying. My sister was kidnapped and dying screaming at the top of her lungs. While everyone is just partying having fun and robbing all my hard work god gave to me to shit on everyone and build confidence and win this war. They were lingerie and play colombiana. Why do I have to die and my soul taken because you wnat a aman what do I have to do with anything. This is where I have wrote quotes for victoria secret and these are the typeof women i like they have a good soul. The ones out here in bronx nottoo much they are evil.