Sometimes when i alone,
I cry because I'm on my own,
the tears i cry are bitter and warm,
They flow with life but take no form,
I cry because my heart is torn,
And i find it difficult to carry on,
If i had a 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 fast and it would rather pass you by,
Than stop and see what makes you cry,
Its painful and sad and sometimes i cry,
And no-one cares about why.
