Please don’t leave.
Don’t be like everyone else, making false promises and saying you’ll always be there
only to disappear
Be the one I can see when I turn my head, looking back at me with a reassuring smile
or the one that is on the side stage, cheering me on as I face the world
The one holding my hand as we walk through the crowded streets.
The one.
Don’t leave me hanging
as you get distracted by another situation and go to see what it is
to come back a second too late
or never at all
Don’t give me false hope
that someone actually cares about me
for me
hears me
sees me
Don’t leave
like the countless others that have before
with me at my highest peak, right when I’m on the edge
only to push me
back into my darkness
Please don’t leave me
alone in the crowded square, unsure of where to go
lost within the ever changing bustle of the city
Don’t leave me
to face the wolves alone.
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I honestly have spent about ten minutes trying to think of a reply to this. I think thats what you call speechless. Its chilling to the bone, but not everyone is like that. Destiny is a cruel thing.
I don’t recall ever making you that promise but I will do my best.