sometimes

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 hard to carry on,
if i had an ear to confide in,
i would cry amongst my treasured friends,
but who doy ou knoe that sops that long,
to help another carry on,
the world moves fast and it would rather pass you by,
than to stp and see what makes you cry,
its painful and sad and sometimes i cry,
and no one cares about why.