When slamming the door doesn't fill
my anger.
When the pillow is covered with black
mascara stains imbedded in the fabric.
Those are the moments I want to
be left alone.
I want to hear the door lock.
Just to have the feeling of being alone.
But something drives me to feel the
need the need of someone.
But I feel like no one is there to
follow in my tracks, no one to help
me along the way.
I run to my pillows remembering
the people in my life who got out of
my grasp, the ones I wished I
could tell them that I love them
before they left.
Before they left my life.
Before I was left alone.
Or even wanted to be left alone.
I hear from them.
But I'm to late.
To late for them.
To late for crying.
Yet I can't stop.
Can't stop crying, wanting, and
wishing.
Just leave me alone.
I don't feel like I can love anymore.
I just want to be alone.
But I can't stop loving you.
I can't stop wanting you.
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Leave Me Alone
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