Leave the door open, I want everyone to see. Leave my college letters on the kitchen desk. Leave my clothes in brown paper bags on the floor. Leave all of my jewelry at my cousin's house, except for my locket; leave that locket in the good jewelry case. Leave my perfume in your bathroom; leave my neat nail polish in the big red heart tin. Leave my music with my friend who knows what it means. Leave my films with my best friend even if she already has them. Leave my books on the coffee table, in the hopes that you'll read all of them someday. Leave my pictures off of the fridge and in the family albums. Leave my shoes at the Salvation Army, except for the navy ones; leave those in my room for me. Leave my Christmas and birthday cards in the bottom left drawer, but I'll let you look through them if you want. Leave the painting of the girl standing, unless it's too sad. Leave my opinions associated with only me. Leave my music and fashion magazines in the closet alone. Leave my old dolls where they are now; because they will be hard to move without tears. Leave all my gloves and hats in my amour unless you want to wear them in wintertime. Leave my medicine in the trash, because I don't need it anymore. Leave the basement room as clean as I will have left it. Leave my essays in the computer because they are really good. Leave my school work in the back room where I always put it at the end of each school year. Leave my fancy dresses with whoever can fit into them. Leave the memories of me complaining out of your mind, and the happy memories of me fresh in your head. Leave the love that I gave you in your heart forever. Leave everyone knowing that I cherished them. Leave the last image that you will have of me forgotten. Leave the last note that I will write in the hands of anyone who asks. Leave nothing that has to do with me kept secret. Leave all the doubts of you being a good mother out of your head. Leave any depression you'll have locked in my room and don't let it out. Leave my happy poems to be read on sunny days and, leave my sad poems to be read only during desperate times, because they are sad. Leave every last one of my diaries and journals published. Leave yourself thinking that it wasn't your fault. Leave everyone knowing what I went through, Leave them knowing that there was nothing that could have changed it. And lastly, don't forget to leave a scarf around my neck.