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?
5 comments:
Aaliyaan
u r best among the best
y so lonely????
care to be my dearest frnds??????????
Dear Aaliyaaan
Tusi mere dost ban sakte ho yaar
Life is wonderfull
Enjoy >>>>
Dear Aaliyaaan
Tusi mere dost ban sakte ho yaar
Life is wonderfull
Enjoy >>>>
i feel myself feeling the same thing ... now i m relaxed, i m nt alone
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