I don't want this anymore.
I'm burnt out hardcore.
I let my demons have the floor.
I surrender, no longer keeping score.

I never run out of pain, there is always more.
It's what I consist of, down to my core.
It lurks in every bone and seeps from every pore.

I've been a mother, a daughter,
A wife and a whore.
I've got bitterness and a scar,
For every hat that I ever wore.

I've vowed to leave and do better,
To unlock those doors.
And I ended up telling a lie,
for every time I ever swore.

I'm sorry if I sound angry,
but I can't help being sore.
I've been pulled in every direction.
I stretched until I tore.

I try to keep quiet about it.
But these are feelings I can't ignore.
They'll finally subside for a while,
then come back for an encore.

Everyone says it will get better,
but that's something I no longer fall for.
I don't see the purpose in false hope,
I think that it's uncalled for.

I've given away and forsaken,
everything I used to stand for.
My light and dark sides fight,
we will see who will win this war.

~ Rachel G Ezell








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