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