Sometimes

Sometimes we need
someone to lean on

sometimes we need
someone to cry on

but most of the time our
friends are gone

And it seems that we got
none

sometimes we feel all
alone

that we do anything to
make our selfs known

and when people see us,
all they see is a stone

but they don't really see whats
inside

they only see whats on the
outside

sometimes we feel that our life
has no meaning

thats when we have too look inside
and do some cleaning

sometimes we ask our selves
"why did he or she leave?"

I guess somethings are not meant
to be

People come and people go
but life goes on as we know