Tears merely flow.
I do not want to cry.
But I cry.....
Is hopeless; and ...
Tears do not stop. . Though there is not the reason, too.
When I was depressed strictly, I am always alone.
I lost a place to stay.
I have greeted such a night as always. .
Therefore oneself dislikes it.
The help does not demand it.
It is what I must get over.
Though I understand it,
it torments me again.....
Posted on April 24, 2008 at 2:00am