Please God, Why There Unnecessary Trials; Tell me my Destiny, - TopicsExpress

Please God, Why There Unnecessary Trials; Tell me my Destiny, Purpose, and Reason Waves crashing, against the windows; Im almost sure nothing can break; nothing can break through, Im almost sure. 5 story house, well the house has so many stories Im sure. I go inside, I can tell its haunted, every floor has its own story.; Im sure. Meeting people inside, from the past, that tell me the deterioration is okay; it was necessary; walking through, knowing every unturned memory, had an intact memory; Going upstairs, everything ransacked, stolen; desperate people before me, searching and needing; needing to feed; I can still feel... Theres an evil presence, something inside here with me, i still wonder if something brought me here. Walking through debris, i can feel the presence following me; Its haunted, Im sure; I still Walk. Something still stalks, Not Knowing why Im still here, Running for the nearest door, heart beating, twisting the cold door knob, But Knowing through my Life Something Has Always Protected Me; Years Later, Now I Wonder Why; A Bright Light; God. ************* Dear God, I was very young, I felt down for a just reason, I survived through music and struggle; but I dont understand why you let these genius people I desperately trusted, dose me up and up and up; legally unnecessary struggle; depression; thanks Dr. for producing such feelings, had to combat what was supposed to help me; in any chemical considered wrong; Now theres no sympathy (maybe long ago) I had to survive what they put and produced in me, society can now judge me, (But You Know What) I got off everything, never needed anything, but the damage allowed to occur, because They told me I Needed it, But, Thank God I survived everything, why did I feel these unnecessary trials, so I can have empathy? Well I gained that and, I survived, I can have my own accountability, but I dont feel the same; But God I still pray, tell me my purpose? Because I survived all the pain; situational depression, then I met a Beautiful Doctor, telling me what I am forever; it wasnt true. I barely came back; but still survived; Its not fair; everyone can spit on my career I struggled for, God I still pray, tell me my purpose? It feels theres nothing left; but In God I Trust; On my knees, God; Its not fair, but I still pray; God, sometimes I wish my heart would stop, But If theres a point; Ill struggle But Please, Tell me my purpose; Why did I have to struggle all these unnecessary trials, Tell me my purpose, And Ill Struggle for You, God, tell me; My Purpose; My Reason; My Destiny. -Neil Kaushik Sen 777