Calling out your name

This poem got it's name was because well it's the first line of the poem so if yall have any suggestions on a title id apprectiate it.

Cry out your name
Hoping you'll hear
But all your fame
Drownding out my cries

I sit and wonder
How it would be
If it were different
And you were with me

I know it's lame
But still i wish
that it were the same
like way back when

then the thunder
pounds in my head
this storm like bluder
is making me insane

and yeah i know what yall are thinkin. this isn't very good or well you should cuz this one stinks but that's just me and i'm my worst critic