Sometimes I wonder will you ever kneel before me and ask for forgiveness
You have wronged me in most painful way there is
And you don’t even show any remorse
Sometimes I wish I could get suicidal thought and act on it
For these words of hurt and anger you fill in my head kills me everyday
I have ran out of paper and ink trying to recite them in a poem form
Father! Sometimes I wish we could exchange souls
So you would feel how painful it is to live in a dead body
Perhaps you’d exchange these voices in my head for ertenal sleep or happiness at most
Sometime I too wanna feel like a human too
Father God don’t hear me wrong, I am not even talking
And this is neither a prayer or a complaint
Because a prayer dictate you and complaint questions your will
This is a suppressed voice in meditation