Alone

From time to time
I find myself sitting alone.
From time to time,
I find myself crawling into my dark hole.

I hate that I feel
so sad all the time.
I hate that every time
I look at myself I want to cry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.
And I have no idea why.
But what i do know is that
this feeling is tearing my up inside.

Maybe some day
I'll be able to smile.
Maybe some day
I can really run that long distance mile.

I'm just like any other person,
I have dreams just the same.
We have tears equal to each other
except I use mine every day.