Let me cry.

Mid life crisis.

Trying to work out 

What love is?

Why I'm always alone?

What did I do

Or what could I do, 

Or is it all just gone and blown. 

Noone calls or phones. 

The silence grows. 

Another night getting high 

Just to stop feeling. 

But you never stop feeling, 

And so the darkness grows. 

The time flys 

And bed time has come and gone. 

I just want to feel more then sorry for myself. 

Runny nose and sore eye. 

Wondering why?

The antidepressants won't let me cry.