Old Poem (dusting it off)

Secrets hidden well,
To cover up the shame,
Memories suppressed inside,
To bring relief from the pain.
Nightmares constantly present,
To remind that the past is real,
Sickness retching the body,
To release the disgust they feel.
Pasts that still haunt,
Both at day and by night,
Lives forever altered,
By something far from right.
Children left alone,
Trying once again to be whole,
This unforgivable devastation,
Forever tormenting their souls.
Many questions yet unanswered,
They still sit and wonder why,
Was there a reason, a purpose,
To the cause of them wanting to die?