A Reason To Cry

What another phase,
has come into my life.
Feeling sick again,
having sleepless nights.

There is something deep inside me,
which wants to come out.
Don't know really what it is,
which actually wants to shout.

My friends usually say,
that I am easy to cry.
Don't know really what it is,
which had made my tears dry.

What kind of life is it,
it feels as if I am lost.
Don't know really what it is,
for which I want to pay the cost.

Sometimes I feel I need a companion,
to whom I can say it all.
Don't know really what it is,
For which I can make a call.