A Depressed Teenager Says
My life in not good as it should be,
It has lots of sorrows & worries,
And I get more Sad,
When i hear about the love story of other.
It's not that i don't enjoy,
But where does it go when I cry.
My tears start flowing when i cry,
But soon after it they get dry.
I don't know what crimes i have done,
For which God punishes me one after one.
Why my life has worries & sorrows,
Isn't there anyone,
With whom i'll share them,
And some they will borrow.
Oh God!!! Let me be spared,
Too many sorrows i have to bear.
God now i don't have the capacity to bear them all,
Otherwise i'll have a terrible fall.
Spare me, Spare me, Spare me,
For the sake of all the good deeds,
I have done amongst all the crimes.
© 2012 Bhargvi Sharma