I can't change the past. God knows I would if I could. Can't take back the childhood lost. But I would at any cost. I was molested at five years of age. Turning childhood joy into rage. I tryed to kill myself when I was nine. I guess it wasn't my time. I was abused until the age of thirteen. When I look back at it now it seems like a dream. I found myself lashing out more everyday. I trusted no one. I couldn't even pray. I found myself falling deeper into the darkness. If only I had time back. I'd find out what I missed. Time has been my teacher. I learn my lesson well. I found a place here on earth. My own little hell. With pain and destuction I live day by day. Hoping my pain would please go away. I'm now much older but still can't forget. Trust is even harder. I live a life of regret. Maybe my next life I will see a change. If in this life I place no blame. The anger, the heart ache. the end of the road. Wishing I could be relieved of this load.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-11-16 11:35:56
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