Alone

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"What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

"Did I do something?"

"What can I do?"

You can leave me alone,
But don't leave me.
And I know that doesn't make much sense.

But please strive to understand 

I want to be left alone but I don't want to be alone.

Because the answer is 

"I dont know, sometimes I can't seem to smile because my thoughts tug at the corner of my lips."

"I'm okay I'm just a little sad. 

"No, it's all my fault."

"Just love me."

And sometimes I can't construct these answers around the lump in my throat.

Hold your questions and hold me.

I want to be left alone
But not in the way you think.

I don't want to be alone

In my room
Sitting on my bed 
Staring at the ceiling 
Wondering why

I want to be alone with you
Sitting on my bed
Staring at you
Forgetting why

Just leave me alone. But don't leave me lonely.


Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 5, 2014 at 11:41 AM

    Is this supposed to represent you're life ashley? Or how you feel or what you're feeling?

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  2. CloudwatcherMarch 26, 2016 at 3:53 PM

    Tragically beautiful. I like the tint of hope at the end, like there is something that can make it all better.

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