If I cry, what am I crying for?
For me or for you?
Is it the situation or time? For me there is no rhyme...
But I see a pattern, this keeps on happening.
I can't explain it.
I don't understand it.
I just cry...but why?
I look inside, see a glimpse and sigh.
Why do I cry?
Am I crying today, for the same things as yesterday?
I shrug to myself and say...I don't know why, I cry, I really hope I'm not still crying on the day I die.
I write to try and understand what's in my head and make sense of the world. Sometimes I feel like I've got this...others not so.