Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Crying Over and Over


Nothing to feel I have
Plenty pain I face
Crying, over and over
Though, god never helps.
I do not blame god as I feel that I have no worth
My value is like that of trash, with no value
I am precious for nobody
As my being or not being, makes no difference
Just, hate I feel from others
Since, nobody wants to love me or care for me
Everyone describes birthday as a big day
Although for me birthday is always a sad day.
I am always reminded on this day that I am still alive
Have no friends to celebrate my birthday with
Nobody will even wish me happy birthday with love
I am just facing a slow death and complete isolation which never ends.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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