Cry

I've been trying to make sense of my life, of everything... Why I think I need a man so much Or even need a friend. Why I can't be content with everything and nothing. I eat when I'm sad, Starve when I'm depressed, Cry when I'm lonely, But shut out all emotion when I've hit rock bottom. I can't remember how it feels to let it all out to cry on someone's shoulder or just to cry. I wish I could, I long for it... Because as crappy as it is I feel better afterwards Cuz then I know my heart's still working I'm not empty inside ...Not yet