I, am the EVIDENCE, of My Own Trials of Life

I, am the EVIDENCE, of my own trials of life, as nobody ever gave a FUCKING damn about me when I was younger, nobody ever paid ANY attention to the SEXUAL molestations I’d endured at my grandparents’ house…

I, am the EVIDENCE, of my own trials of life, I’d bore witness to everything that’s happened to me (kinda like that outerbody experience, but not exactly…), I BORE witness to my own pains, while NOBODY ever gave a FUCK about it. I, am the EVIDENCE, of my own trials of life, and I’d never need to tell anybody about it, because I, alone, am enough, to VALIDATE these awful experiences in my childhood years, and, I still don’t NEEED to prove NOTHING to N-O-B-O-D-Y (and your point being??? Exactly!!!).

I, am the EVIDENCE, of my own trials of life, I was there, when I lost MY DEAD Emily, as the blood came out (having my period, hello, hello, hello???), followed by that hollowness, in my own uterus, like someone had, taken a god DAMN knife, and CARVED out my uterus, without the anesthesia too!

I, am the EVIDENCE, of my own trials of life, and I do NOT need ANY affirmations from without my self, to let me know, that I wasn’t the one who’d done anything wrong, to deserve ANY of this SHIT that’s already happened to me…