mE = aLonE

Sometimes when I am alone,
I cry,
Though not a soul knows why.
As the world moves spryly by,
Tears move tediously through my eye.
I cry about life,
I cry about death,
I don't know what is right,
And I don't know what is left.
This makes it hard to carry on,
Because my soul is gone,
What can one do?
There is no homo sapiens left to help me.
The world would rather walk on the other side,
Than understand what makes me cry.
Because if they knew what made me cry,
They would weep by my side.

The tears roll down my cheek,
The taste of salt bitter on my lips,
Just as the taste of the world leaves me weak,
My tears leave me battered as if from whips.
The whips of pain,
The whips I can not contain.
I cry,
But no one knows why.

I fight through my tears.
The same way I fight my fears.
Because the World does not care,
I continue the journey I can not bare.
I cry during my life here,
But death I do not fear.
Because with death all my fears and tears
Will astray,
As I will enjoy tranquility in heaven on this day.
And when the sun seizes to splash upon the clouds,
A new perspective I have vowed.
I cry,
And now thou knows why.