Why does nobody comprehend me?
My existence is almost invisible
Not even a soul values me
I am wrecked into endless portions
Have no identity
My world is weeping
As my words are struggling to find a perfect form
A perfection which my living lacks
Is how my reality has turned out to be?
I wish to pass away
Now it will be easier to disappear
None loves me
Which crime have I done?
To suffer for this long?
Rohit Sapra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/which-crime/
