Not particularly well-versed

You smiled at me and you really eased the pain,
But now every time you do I kind of just want to run away.

I was taught to never give up,
to hold onto family, friends, and love,
but these holes puncture my paper heart like cutting with a razer blade,
Full of anxiety and something as simple as itself.

I've run into barbed wire pulling me back from the waves of unending pain,
You've got the chain that shackles through dark cloud and drains away everything but grey.

We stood then upon the top of an oblivion but
you took the back route to a world without rule and reason.
I am here, waiting for you, to climb back up and enjoy the view.

Too little too late,
I never really told you.
But it didn't matter, did it? That a name is just a name and a title is just a title,
we thought living our lives was more important than the perceptions of others.

Yet you let me go,
without a real chance to begin with-
A little piece into the storm of a drug filled world where depression sells itself off the shelf.

And you don't really want me back, do you?
It is why you ignore me, no?
I am just another memory tossed into the wind,
like the empty cowards you once faced,
you've chiseled me another scar inside of me leaving me a lot of room to grow.

So you are now alone,
go take it away and stop pushing me away,
because I'll walk alone and you don't have to lead me,
I have two feet which you just so happened to have left me,
I can walk away, but I'd rather run;
it was a choice to stay, not something I'd do regardless of the pain:
And now the inspiration really drains from my soul,
it's the realization that has come and hit me here at home,
it's the simple phrase that says so much, yeah;

// We Are All Alone.