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Deep inside I wanna cry
A feeling of depression
And I was asking Why
Because all the things you told me 
were totally lie
As my body was burning like a coal
You were poking me and making holes
I was shouting, begging and crying 
For the mercy
Which you never gave
Although you broke my soul
But now it doesn't matter 
Because I'm already shattered.
I'm not a professional writer but I write when I cry
We know our relation
He is my dad
She is my mom
And I'm there daughter
But do they know
what I like
What I want
What's my favorite place
Who's my favorite person
No they don't
Neither I
My father was busy making money
And mother was busy doing house chores
They never got a chance
To tell
What do they like
Or to ask
What do I like
I know they care about me
But I guess
They don't know how to express it
In their language
This is called
LOVE.

-apeksha ranjan

But this love haunts me And make me feel sad!
My parents use to
Beat me and scold me
Just so, that next day
They can shower their love.

My father use to
Hit me and tell me how useless I'm
Just so, that next day
He could say how much he cares about me.

My mother use to tell me
How much she regret for having me
Just so, that next day
We can share our feeling and gossip about other.

They use to tell me
That they hate me the most
Just so, that next day
They can fulfill my wish.

Now I got use to of these
I chased the people who hurt me
Just so, that next day
They could protect me

Coz every thing happens in the same manner
I did all this
Just so, that next day
Everything could be better.

— The End —