Scraped knees, wounded hearts, there are, damages, everywhere, over your insides, and out too, how, will you, ever heal back up? You’re like, that broken porcelain doll now, abandoned, thrown away, because you no longer looked pretty anymore!
Wounded, I’d been, but, I’d done, healed, myself, back up again! And yeah, it wasn’t easy, I’d had to, peel back those, ugly scabs, each and every time, to reveal, that reddened flesh underneath, and, my wounds, bled out again…
not my photo…
Wounded, you were, on the inside, and, nobody dug that deep, to see, how badly injured you already were, and they’d just, kept, beating you, raping you, hurting you, over, over, over, and over again, and now, you are, damaged goods!
Wounded, and you’re, slowly, bleeding out, but, nobody around you noticed, they were all, too focused, on their separate painful experiences that they’d forgotten about you, their child, who was, seriously, injured, and, you’d died, coughing up blood………
what it looks like…not my “diagram”…
Life, the Obstacle Course 