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Alone At Night
written by: Laura B. Goodman
I sit alone in my bedroom at night;
Crying my eyes out until they're dry.
I think of things, they make me hurt,
Make me want to hide.
I let things go on for so long,
That I hurt myself in the end.
I miss the fun days, the days I had no worries.
But now I sit and I think about
All the things that I got in return,
And I realize there was nothing.
I gave my heart to you;
And you played with it and
Threw it to the ground.
Trampled on it until it was flat and lifeless.
You look at me and wonder what is wrong, why I react in this way.
But you stand there, stare at me,
and I wonder why you cannot see my pain.
Life is to short for the small things.
I must go on,
I cannot be held back by this any longer.
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