Remenescence

It's the sensation of falling that catches me 'ore.
The feeling of helplessness drives away my senses.
I'm running against a storm, or flying from one atleast.
And suddenly I'm shot down and now I only fall.

I fall and I flail, my actions catch up to me.
I fall and I cry, my tears are razors to my soul.
I fall and I realize, no one can catch me.
I fall and I fall... but there won't be a tomorrow for this morn.

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Yah one of those days.
Someone shoot me, it'll save the world the trouble of bearing me.

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I go under many names, names that describe how I'm seen.
Names not always nice, but I bear them to I won't be a lie.
But I am a disgrace, always a disgrace it seems.

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I'm afraid. I really am. Those stupid scholarships... I hate them and I hate school but above all, I hate myself. I sit alone in the dark, I quake at the noises my house makes. I fear for that my parents will awaken and snatch my world again.

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My world? Ha ha ha ha... what's left of it.
There's not much there anymore. A laughing fox, a nightinggale and stars so big they'd seem like ripe cherries waiting for you to reach and pick them out. The Firebird. It's a good story.

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I sit in the basement. I wear a t-shirt, jeans and a sweatshirt yet I shake from the cold that encompasses my soul. It's threatening and it's misery. I'm falling still and falling more. Everyone is eating away at me. Everyone. All around I can't find I breakthrough... there's no escaping, I'm trapped within waiting for the tides of doom to slam into my skull and converse me for life.

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Yet I'm tired of being the follower, I'm tired of being overrun, but what choice have I? I was born meek and shy, quaint and imaginative, but that's not enough anymore it seems.

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Someone shoot me. It'll save the world the trouble of knowing me.