Dry Spells

There had been, many seasons of tears I’d shed, not knowing why, and then, there were still more, seasons of tears I’d shed, knowing why…

My life had been, plagued by, seasons of tears for years and years on end, I’d, cried so hard on the inside as a young child, when I was, sexually molested by his DEAD (yeah she’d been for a long time now!) mother, and the times when his DEAD (soon!) father had, BURNED me with his TEAPOT and TEACUPS, simply because he didn’t want my little wandering hands, to pick up his tea drinking SHITS, and SHATTER them!

and finally, the rain, came pouring down…not my photograph…

And then, there were, even MORE seasons that came, after those earlier days of my childhood abuse, years of not having my feelings validated, not knowing, that I can (have the right of!) experiencing ALL of my sorrows and angers, instead of just the positives of all emotions.

Followed by, those GOD damn years of endless attempts of SUICIDE of my high school years (b/c the pain’s gotta go somewhere, and it all flooded out, and no, there are still, NO scars on my two wrists, because, I was too afraid of physical pain, when in truth, I’d been, bombarded, with countless of EMOTIONAL pains!).

and my world no longer looked like this any more…not my photograph still…so barren, wtih nothing living here…

And, there was, 2008, when I’d, DIED, for the very LAST and final TIME, being MURDERED by that M***ER F***ER (maxed out???) who’d FUCKED a whore, and had himself, an ILLEGIT, along with this DEATH that I no longer feel, “kicking” (as that would be what babies inside of your bodies do, right???) inside of me.

After all these, endless seasons of tears, they’d all, run dry (like how the TAP stopped working???  I’m still here, kicking, AND screaming, LOUD as ever, not crying NO more!!!