I Cry

Sometimes when I'm 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 shoulder to cry on or someone who would lend an ear, I cry and tell them of my lost and lonely years. The world moves fast and would rather pass by, then to stop and see what makes me cry. Though sometimes I cry and no one cares about why. When I move on,they wont care when I'm gone, why I cried.