We all have things we need to do, I know
And most of the time I am busy, you know
And most times I have things to do, you know
But here I am lonely
No one really cares
You think the attention I need is to much
Mean while I'm scrounging to see you
I'm begging to be with you
You know.
I lose things, people so often
I can't help but hold on to the good things
knuckles white
Squeezing
I feel bad about it
I tell myself not to care so much
I tell myself that overwhelming need will go away
I can't help it
I've always been sensitive
I've always been a person to surround myself with others
When I'm alone my demons whisper
When I'm alone I feel forgotten
When I'm alone I feel lost
My thoughts become deafening
I need you to ignore this pain
I need you to escape my brain
In a world full of problems I am not important
At least not as important as I want to be
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