Aarati Gautam Class: ix ( 9)
She wakes each day with a tired sigh,
Pretending she’s fine, with her head held high.
But deep inside, her heart’s not strong,
She’s been breaking quietly all along.
At home, the voices rise and fall,
Love feels distant — if there’s love at all.
She hides her tears, learns not to cry,
Because nobody listens, no matter how she tries.
Her friends just laugh — all glitter and lies,
They disappear when she needs their eyes.
The ones she called her “ride or die,”
Left her alone without goodbye.
Books and grades, her endless fight,
She studies through the lonely night.
Dreams once bright now fade away,
As pressure steals her hope each day.
Then love — that promise, sweet but fake,
Left her heart too sore to take.
He said “forever,” then walked away,
Leaving shadows where light used to stay.
Now depression wraps her in its chain,
Silent, unseen, but full of pain.
She smiles in crowds, but feels so small —
A teenage girl, fighting it all.