Dug My Way Out, of This Grave Called “Abuse”…

It was truly, not at all, easy, but I had, dug my way out, of this grave called “abuse”, I was, buried, MORE than SIX-FEET under (b/c that wasn’t deep enough???), and, I was, still alive, when they’d, put that dirt over me…

it was, truly, VERY hard!!!  Not my photograph…

In this, ironclad coffin of mine, I’d stayed, breathed very slow, ‘cuz I feared running out of air, and, when the air got too thin (b/c I’m almost out of it???), I’d started, to struggle, to FIGHT my way out, and the first obstacle that presented itself before me, was: how the HELL am I supposed to, open up this coffin from the inside? I’d, poked around (b/c I couldn’t see, it was, so very, dark???) for those nails installed in those hinges on the casket, found it! And, I’d, tried turning it with my bare hands, nope, won’t budge!

I’d KICKED, with EVERY single LAST bit of strength I got, trying, to BREAK this coffin, made of ironclad, nope, wouldn’t work either. Then, I’d, calmed my own breathing down, and, pushed upwards, and, voila! The top of this casket I was, buried in just, popped, open, and, the ground that’s paved above me, was still, damp, by the rain from whenever, so, it’s, loosened.

“I’m still here!” not my picture…

And, in no more than just ten minutes, I broke myself, OUT of this burial site you’d, laid me down in! But getting MY life back, was, a different story on its own, I had to, get away, from this grave called “abuse”, and, I ran, the moment I had, “surfaced”, FAST as HELL, out of this “cemetery”…

Thought that had, ended THAT particular chapter in my life, but NO, there are, more that I had NO clue of coming my way! And, I’d fought, each and every time, harder, than that very FIRST time I was, buried alive, and, after god knows how many times, I’d finally, gotten it, and now, I will, NEVER be, ABUSED again!