Isaak DeMaio

I push, push, push,
until I fall, fall, fall,
knowing I'm empty,
it's hard to stand tall.
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She wants him,
she is done being alone,
she can't take it anymore,
she wants someone she can call her own.
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Not Now, it's Obvious.
You're an Easy Target,
Always Pathetic,
always Down.
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Keep that chin held up,
you were meant to fly,
let those tears fall down,
you're so beautiful in that bright blue sky.
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Silence crying for attention,
sitting between you and me,  
invisible picket fences,
oh, how beautiful you can be.
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Alone, alone,
man on a mission,
ending transmission,
alone, alone.
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Are you the love of my life? I’d like to think that is true,
will you wait around? Because then I’ll stick around too.
Is this the turning in my life, or as far as I can see?
I am the one that you found, or maybe you found me?
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You are the source
of my unlawful outrage
I will feel no remorse
throughout this poem's hateful page.
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The sign reads 'exit, '
she never intended him to leave,
trust walked out the door,
he's not that easy to believe.
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Waiting for your cup to be poured with fame,
listening for your name to change, yet it's still the same.
People'd say, 'Watch out Doll, you're ready to fall'
But you didn't listen to them.
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Kneeling on an empty grave,
crying to someone she never forgave,
under the pines he lay,
waiting for the light of day.
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Inside my protective shell,
I build thick massive walls,
I undermine senses of emotions,
and conceal a pure personality.
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We held hands at the cliff,
while we got high on the air-
of running water, and blood
circulated our veins,
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I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Trapped in my mind, doubt begins to prey.
I cannot wait here, I'm wasting away,
dreaming so vividly, the first day of May.
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The future's sold out,
I've never seen a loser win,
there is no use in screaming,
loneliness: the only sad man who grins.
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Stuck on the corner of Love and Lies,
follow them around with your little spies.
Stalk the minuscule truth of passion and lust,
afraid to love someone, been left to dust.
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But the truth is: it's pointless,
to live in a world I call my own,
to think of these things only I know,
to dream of feats too big to show,
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I'm like a boxing bag,
not feeling pain,
tears tell a different story,
eyes shedding rain.
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The storm brews,
(I can't hold this in,)
a viscious wind,
(you turn your back,)
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The Wrath's four walls sway,
bullet after bullet,
explosions in its heart,
damaging pieces fall,
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