Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Miserable


I am blamed so much for everything
In the eyes of everyone, I am just insane
The fact is some things are out of my control
As in such moments, I react in a way that I get very stressed
Then everyone says, it is better to not even talk in front of you
All I did was to express the way I felt.
I am feeling so sad and I hate myself for everything
Why did you even create me god?
I never asked anything from you
As when I did ask, I never got it
All I ask is for some peace, please do not make my life much more hell than it already is
I beg you for forgiveness, if I ever did something wrong
Please, if you cannot help me, then at least do not make everything this miserable
Miserable, things already are.

Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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