sometimes i cry..

when I'm alone, sometimes I cry..

the tears i cry are bitter and warm..

they flow with life but take no form..

if I had an ear to confide in, I'd cry among my treasured friend..

but who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on?

the world would rather pass than stop to see what makes one cry..

so painful and sad..

and sometimes..

I cry..

and no on cares about why..