By iBeGat Staff Writer Christine Wesselius

I’ve screamed so long my lungs are hoarse, my fists have slammed against the wall so many times the skin is broken and bleeding streaks of red down my bedroom wall. No one’s home right now. And even worse—I can swear no one is listening. Even if someone was, they must not care about me because nothing is changing. No matter how many tears I weep in the night, no matter how low and broken I’ve become, all I hear is silence. All I feel is the emptiness from the world.

God has forgotten me.

Have you ever felt this way?

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