Cry Just Cry

Please don't tell me not to cry. Please don't say there was a reason why. You don't know what I'm feeling or why I feel this way to cry or even care to know why, you don't know what I'm feeling or how much I hurt. The wet spots are from the tears that have fallen off of my rose cheeks, onto the collar of my shirt. You think that I should go on with my life, to forget about it all and to be strong. But deep down I am sad and I don't want to be hurt anymore. Please don't tell me not to cry. I don't expect you to understand why, but for no apparent reason I break down and the tears of my past fall down and I start to cry again. My life has changed a lot for all of eternal life. Not today and not tomorrow but the best thing you can do for me is just to be there, just like a friend should.