Its always there
Never goes away
It lingers in the background of my mind
Flash's here and there
Never ending.....sigh
You fight all your life to understand....what happened
Then you try to understand....why me
Then it just boils over to a sea of confusion that kills your soul
Why me? ? ? ?
It takes a long time to heal...and accept the pain...facing and remembering
almost kills you in the process....but how can you help....by being there for them
If they want your hand...your love when they are ready...then be ready to be there for them
for a non-victim its hard to stand by...waiting for them to be...who they are meant to be...
not being able to help when you offer them your hand....watching them turn their back on you...thats the hardest part
Some are not so lucky...they don't live beyond their twenties...others hide...they don't tell others the truth...its just there but they can't tell....so they treat themselves with disrespect
because they think they are not worthy to live....all I can say is be there when they need you
its hard to be...but at times thats all one can do...smiles....hope this helps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem