No Body Loves Me, After Fernando Pessoa Poem by Ravi Kopra

No body loves me
no body feels my pains
if there is someone who does
it is hard for me to believe

For not believing is my nature
I am not certain if they are sincere
or just say things to please me
or lessen my suffering and appease me

Only someone who has been wounded
will know how deep are my wounds
and the one with a broken heart will
know the leftover pieces of my heart

Nobody gives a damn what poems do I write
how lonely is my heart and sleepless are my nights
I pour my heart and soul into my poems
but people give damn if they exist or not

They are after bread and butter, the matter
the matter they care means nothing to me
I am after heart and soul, the very existence of me
O my poor heart, why were you born to suffer all this.