Tore

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.