Sometimes when I`m alone I cry I`m on my own The tears are bitter and warm they flow but take no form I cry because my heart is torn I find it difficult to carry on If I had an ear to confide in I would cry among my treasured friends but who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on the world moves so fast and it would rather pass by than stop and see what makes one cry so painful and sad how I cry and no one cares about why
"The world moves so fast and it would rather pass by
Than stop and see what makes one cry"
That's a strong two lines for me. I think we've all questioned this at least once in our lifetime. In our world today, everything moves so fast. It feels like there's so much to mourn, and not enough time to do it. The hardest part is having to do all of that alone.
But I've found over the years, we're never really alone. Not in the way we think.
Sometimes, the best thing we can do, to have a support network, or even just a shoulder to cry on, is to reach out in the first place. To open up about what's going on in our lives. Or, to use our words and poetry to help us heal through the pain.