Wounds of a human, force one to cry
Even yell, in pain.
These emotions cannot be kept bottled up, for much longer
As I require to express myself, even if it means expressing only unhappiness
It is not so easy to be happy but I try.
For me being alive is even harder, since I try to fight away, the so called madness
I am a good person and I require just your love, dear God
Do care for me and bless me with all your divine love
Which is immense, for all.
Rohit Sapra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-times-i-get-so-lost/
