The truth

There  is no one whom I can ask help for or share my emotions. 

I am helpless.

So I hold my pen take my book and start sharing my emotions to whoever reading it.

I know that just by writing down my troubles it wouldn’t reduce but one day someone would read and know what was I going through.

I wish I could write in a language that only both of us would understand.

Whenever I talk to you I always have the fear that someone might overhear us and come in our way. 

Only you listen to me and understand what I am going through. 

I know you could not help me but at least you would not mock me. 

My situation never gets better. 

Each day I realise that I am useless

I am ugly

I am good for nothing.

There are so problems that I am facing and I have no capability of solving any one of them. 

I am so helpless

I cry for help every day 

But nobody comes for help.

I have no money 

I don’t even get love from someone which would help me deal with my problems.

I may look bold or I may give a wide smile when I look at you but I’m broken inside. 

There is no part of me which is not crying for help. 

I wish my life gets better and happier soon.

I just need someone to love me and care for me.