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Chronicles of My Pain

Chronicles of my pain Family, a support structure that holds people together they say Well to me family is the root of my depression Family is the reason why I cry myself to sleep The reason why I lose weight daily I'm regarded as the forsaken child just because I don't have anything to prove I have a dream Regarded as the forsaken child because I have achieved nothing at my age Sadly my heart is weak My mind is polluted with thoughts of suicide Chronicles of my depression I'm the no body in the family Yet I fight so hard to make things happen No one supports what I live for Therefore I am disregarded as a son At times wishing my father was alive Hoping he would understand me better Or should I just follow him too Maybe we would be happy together I'm broken and shattered Out of hope just left with sadness I guess that I am destined for sorrows Maybe everyone would be glad If I won't wake up tomorrow My heart is bruised and wounded Tell me what peace looks like Give me a dose of happiness But anyway it's just too late By Walter Mafokate

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Deborah Cromer

Date: 2/5/2019 12:47:00 PM

It's never too late if you have will. You have good understanding of your own feelings and that is the best way to deal with anything. Your writing is an outlet and I am very pleased to read how you see things and can describe what you feel. Although, I am sad and down now through that and would look forward to a happier poem from you. You, as a writer can write about darkness, that is clear. You as a writer can turn words around too. Others have felt the way this poem describes and they would welcome also a poem of hope, strength and encouragement to make it through a down time. You will find that path and follow it's light and be able to write poems of making it through. A journey of being down and the the lifting up. People can follow your words into tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day!