"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

If I can give you my hand, To make you stand; When you fall down, So much of happiness I own. If I can be a part, To give you a pristine start, And could pave the way, That would make my day. Can I be your inspiration? Or will I be your motivation? Don't know if I could be, But I'll be there when you need me. Take me as a friend, For you until the end. I am here, just feel free, Through your tears I'll help you see. If I could touch your heart, All the good I would impart, Let me illuminate your soul; That completes my whole. I'll teach you the lessons of life, To help you deal with strife, And may you have a bright future. For you know, I am your teacher. 

Under the tree, I sat. I feel so hopeless, lost and shattered. I wish to get vanished from this sick world, if I could. Life is squeezing me so hard that I couldn't get out of it. Once I had so many people whom I thought, would stay with me for long. But now!!! I feel, I am all alone. What's actually happening to me? What's going through my mind? I really can't figure it out, I am stuck and clueless. Nothing makes any sense to me right now. I could feel the changes. Is this changing phase of life affecting me so much? The transition zone from an immature student to a responsible employee! The sudden switch from a carefree lifestyle to an organised one! The work pressure, tensions, responsibilities......!!! May be...or may be not! I felt so weak and rested my head against the tree. I could feel the tender feather touch of leaves on me, as it shed it's leaves. Was it trying to console me? Or rather trying to talk to me? I tried to listen. I was literally achin