Cry

a poem i wrote called cry.

I cry and cry
until the tears won't come anymore.
I cry for my sorrows,
everyone's sorrows,
the world's sorrows.
I cry for good things
that are over.
I cry for the happy things.
I cry for the way
my crush looks at me
with those amazing blue eyes,
that shaggy blonde hair,
laughing,
dancing at the sight of me,
at my words.
I cry for how I'm broken,
deep, deep down.
I cry Alone.
With no one to hold me.