Cry

I never cry on the outside

But easily

I cry on the inside

Nobody sees

Few cares

And I feel so alone

When I sit

all alone

And hear them talk

I want to cry

But I never do

I want to die

But I never do

I should be happy

I live a life

a good one

But still

I feel so sad inside

Nobody sees

And sometimes

I don't think they care

A/N: Wow... I think that's either THE first poem I ever really wrote on my feelings... It was written in August or September 2004, I think... Really down time...