It Took Me Nearly DYING…

It took me nearly dying, catching a glimpse, at my own reflection on that broken mirror of marriage, to finally realize, that you weren’t good for me, that I needed to, make my escape!

It took me nearly dying, to finally start leaving you behind, and yet, before I was able to, completely, physically, successfully leave you, you’d, DRAGGED me back home, and everybody we knew couldn’t do anything about it, and it still wasn’t because they didn’t want to help me, but they did NOT know how (calling the COPS would work, people!!!)………

It took me nearly dying, to finally realize what I’d weathered through growing up, was NOT L-O-V-E, that in my years as an innocent (nope, still didn’t have MY innocence intact growin’ up!) child, I was, “damaged”, but it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t CHOOSE to born into this FUCKED (and your point being???) family of mine, he FUCKED her, and out popped a pretty little mistake: ME! And I was still THE pretty little mistake, who’d NEVER made a SINGLE mistake in all my years up to that certain point when I clicked on that green little man icon on my MSN messenger! And yet, that was NOT my mistake to make, it was, FATE, having me make THAT mistake, so I can, LEARN from the pains of loss, and I had, and I’m better for it these days!

And, to SUM up (here comes the POINT of all of the above lines!!!): I was scapegoated, in their FUCKED up marriage, he was the one who could NOT fucking keep his DICK intact, and SHOVED it inside the VAGINA (and so, your point would be what???) of HIS W-H-O-R-E, and how many WHORES had you already fucked, huh? My “number” is still TWO, and they still would NEVER count, because you CANNOT charge me with “adultery” for allowing Murphy (already dead, cried over that for a very, very, very long time too already!!!) to climb “onboard” my body, to sniff my body for his treats at bed time (yup, that would be, a BODY CHECK!!!), then, I’m still untouched, PHYSICALLY, unless you want to consider into the “equation”, how I was, SEXUALLY molested by his DEAD mother from my single-digit years (don’t recall when THAT got started!) to the year I was about to turn TWELVE!

Then yeah, I’m still a VIRGIN, save for that god DAMN ultrasound that got SHOVED up my you-know-where, and the woman who “checked me out” commented: look how pretty it is! Of course it IS pretty, I had NEVER been touched, and I never will BE touched, unless you’d like to get SUED for STATUTORY RAPE by me!