What Reason For Living

The 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.