why

Sometimes during the day I can shed a few tears, sometimes its very clear, sometimes I love so deep it hurts down to the knee, fear of rejection no one can see, sometimes my guard go's up and down like a merry go round wondering if he'll ever come around, sometimes I cry for my mother but she's buried 6 feet under, sometimes I cry because I'm stuck in my head instead of my bed, sometimes.....sometimes I wish I were dead