God doesn't give you the people you want. He gives you the people you need to help you, hurt you, leave you, love you and to make you into the person were ment to be. You were only given this life because you were strong enough to live it. Don't let them pass judgement on you what people say doesn't matter because they don't have a heaven or a hell to put you in. Life is a precious thing to have it hurts sometimes but youv'e made it this far...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kendra, a very good write. you said a lot in a few well chosen words. I think you should consider breaking it into lines. Regards Ron