What Reason For LivingA Poem by ChahklatThe aftermath of abuse"Despair" Depression I keep asking why This unrelenting oppression if anyone cares they are no there the tears will keep falling as if they never once stopped and I never forgot despair or depression I never forgot abuse I never understood my use Why am I here? To fear? To show so much love for mankind but receive nothing in return? It becomes a stain, blot on my life the fires of hell which burn the hands of time that turn and show no forgiveness or kindness I am on my own and blinded Show me my purpose, my use. Tell me it is NOT for abuse.
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Added on March 27, 2017 Last Updated on March 27, 2017 AuthorChahklatSCAboutMy name is Chelsea. I'm 32 years old. I've been in love with writing since I was 10. I have gotten better at it in some ways, but I'd like to go back to my passion when I first discovered my talent. .. more..Writing
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