Happy life

I was an enthusiastic kid then. I enjoyed everything. I was infinitely happy always. I was living as I wish. But then at the age of 10, my mom left me....

Me and my dad were living without any basement. We had no other support. My friends looked at me as an evil kid.

 At the age of 12, I began to do everything myself. But I wasn't happy. I played and I roamed. But I wasn't happy. I was good at nothing. I neither study nor play well. But I wanted to do something. 

I never understood my dad. I just needed everything the next moment. One day I saw my dad crying. I had no idea to console him. He was drunk! 

He started smoking and drinking regularly. He wasn't happy. But he acts well. Practically he had no money. But would get me everything. He had lots of debts. It grew bigger and bigger. 

I started understanding him. I shared everything. But we weren't happy. At the age of 16, everyone would fall in love and even I did. But with LONELINESS. I had no friends to understand. I was alone all time in school and also at home. I tried to be happy. 

I take my books to learn. But I think about my mom. I'll try to sleep. But I'll think about her. 

I had some friends. They all needed me only for their purpose. I was hurt a lot, more than I deserve. 

I longed for love and happiness. I didn't find that. I cried. I tried. I worried. I screamed.

I try to share my feelings with someone. But they were like, "He's always blabbering some nonsense". 

I try to be happy in front of everyone and I'm happy for atleast achieving it.