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Standing Alone It always seemsStanding Alone by ~DarkArgent
forever and always
that it's just me
against the world.
Just me.
All alone.
Solitary.
The innocent bystanders pass on by.
They watch,
they are entertained.
And all the rest
are just as much against me
as I am against myself.
I try to relate,
to find something comparable.
I tried to be close,
but it is as if my emotions have been
ripped apart,
dissected.
Though we are just as much the same,
I feel farther and farther away.
I don't want to know why,
I don't need to.
It's just been this way.
The people laugh,
they mock.
I stand alone.
In my bubble.
Solitary.
Falling Hard (The Second Time Down) I see you walking awayFalling Hard (The Second Time Down) by ~DarkArgent
after my stumble.
I long for your company,
so I dotingly follow.
My eyes are fixed toward your shining presence,
and though my body struggles to comply
I follow.
I leap.
I stride, no longer a thousand feet under but on solid ground.
I do not wish to be left behind.
I try and try and try to reach out, to grasp your form
but each and every time you slip farther away
like a cruel game of tag.
Though I was never good at that game,
I do not like to lose.
I vow to chase you
and chase you
and chase you until I can say
"Tag, you're it!"
to rise up farther and farther,
devotion a thousand times over.
Blowing in the Wind Don't do it.Blowing in the Wind by ~DarkArgent
Don't let this go.
Don't let this happen all over again.
Don't let it get to you.
Don't let them influence you.
Don't fall for it.
Head over heels, heels over head,
rolling like a tumbleweed
blowing in the wind.
Said and Done Walking around aimlessly.Said and Done by ~DarkArgent
Rubbing hands together,
fighting to breathe.
Wondering if this is even normal.
Thoughts swimming in your head.
Drowning under the pressure,
trapped within the confines of your bed.
Suffocating from boredom.
Always striving to go far,
but then getting dragged somewhere under.
In this moment you realize
that you are merely nothing,
nothing at all.
Just as bold as a battle cry,
muttering through broken teeth.
Dreading the last goodbye,
even though it's all inevitable.
Remembering what used to be
so enjoyable,
only making you wish to bleed
your heart on the floor, heart on the floor.
Always wanting t
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