Why Me ?


Sitting against the wall,
Pressing hands to ears,
Blasting music,
Rocking back and forth,

Asking,
Why me,
Why me,
Why me?

Why can't I be with the one I love?
Why can I never be happy?
Why do I go through so much stress?
I just want to die at times.

I have good friends,
A few good choices,
They help me,
And I help them.

So why do I choose to ask these questions?
Why am I so unsure?
Am I not believing in my friends?
Or is it the depression?

6 comments:

simra said...

Aaliyaan

u r best among the best

y so lonely????

care to be my dearest frnds??????????

raj said...

Dear Aaliyaaan

Tusi mere dost ban sakte ho yaar
Life is wonderfull
Enjoy >>>>

raj said...

Dear Aaliyaaan

Tusi mere dost ban sakte ho yaar
Life is wonderfull
Enjoy >>>>

Jack said...

i feel myself feeling the same thing ... now i m relaxed, i m nt alone

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Dr.Bhavati J. Lukka said...

like it