God DAMN it! Why are y’all still followin’ me ‘round? I’d blurted out angrily, at these monsters who can’t seem to find a BETTER hiding place than underneath this childhood bed of mine…
Running from the ghosts of my traumatized childhood, you see, my childhood, was BRUTALIZED, it (dissociating here!!!) was SEXUALLY molested by that woman called its GRANDMA, and, when it’d screamed, NOBODY was hearing it!
like this? But there’s, nobody behind me…photo from online…
Running from the ghosts of my traumatized childhood, my childhood was burned, by that god damn F***ING (maxed out???) TEAPOT and those TEACUPS, that his dead father didn’t want us to touch. And, it’d, cried out silently in pain, didn’t WANT to impose its traumas onto the ADULTS who should’ve been WATCHING their own young more closely…
Running from the ghosts of my traumatized childhood, I’d resorted to using a KNIFE to CUT out the pains I’d felt, and each and every time in my teenage years, as the blood trickled down my arms (I’d cut, but didn’t CUT hard enough, so, there wasn’t, ANY bleeding physically!!!), I’d felt less emotional pains, and I got, addicted, to that feeling of elation from the cutting, and started cutting myself every time I’d felt upset (‘cuz I got me an easily ADDICTIVE personality???).
Running from the ghosts of my traumatized childhood, it’d taken me twenty-SIX fucking full years, to finally figured out what the F*** (maxed out???) had happened to me growin’ up, and then, everything made perfect sense, and I’d, stopped running from those ghosts of my traumatized childhood, took care of each and every one of those needy ghosts, and, FIXED myself up properly, like I never had, gluing THAT broken porcelain of mine back together again………
Life, the Obstacle Course 