The boy was lost

In the big world where everything was at a cost

The little boy was lost, but was still searching

And for that, the little boy had to do some hunting

What was the little boy searching, everyone wondered

But oh! The number of things was unnumbered

The little boy seeked happiness and comfort

But in the big world the little boy only got discomfort

The little only wanted to be cherished

Sadly he was perished

The little boy was trying, trying his best

Still nobody was impressed

The little boy wanted to leave a mark on the big world

Achieving nothing remarkable he was concerned

"Nobody loves me, I've done nothing remarkable" the boy cried

All he wanted was a little bit of pride

The boy was ignored by everyone for too long

Still he stayed strong

The boy was worried about what to do in life

He grabbed the knife

And was ready to end it all

It was his final call

The knife fell, and the boy cried

Not because he was weak,

But because he was strong for too long.