I want to cry alone at night in the comfort of my room
I force myself to hold my thoughts until I am allowed the
time to cry
I cry over my wonders and how everything has gone wrong
Or the mere fact of wrongness I cry yet stand strong and
live
I cry that I enjoy each day as hellish a day may be
Or the fact of my moment’s allowance to give up and cry
I wonder who will find me, or if I am or will find myself
Sometimes I question clues or analyze too deeply or
hopefully
I wonder who will hold me and mean every word they say
And lucky for me I seem to be vulnerable to distraction
If not, I’d be begging the florescence of the day to blind
me
And yet remain into the night to never cry again
It is that I cry for nothing and that I cry for everything
And that I am which too young to hold all of them
Unfortunately lacking the maturity and wisdom to manage my
thoughts
As they flood, drown, depress, and deprive me
But as if to be okay, to only cry amongst my pillows 
To feel as if I gain some warmth
Though my own from the many blankets I need to feel
embraced
2003