It manages no longer,
I feel the need to go.
Why doesn't I grow stronger ?
Say this isn't so.

I am empty, but so tired.
So damn broken up inside.

It doesn't work, I'm almost gone.
Is there a place, where I belong ?

I'm sick of loving.
There's just not any person right.
I wish I could feel it all again.
But this fright, holds me tight.

I'm so done here, let me go.
I am ready, but love says no.

I wanna close my eyes, turn the light off.
I'm burning but why is it never enough ?



© Jorine.

The darkness around me, embraces me,
makes me feel like I'm slipping away.
And if this keep on growing,
I know I will run out, some day.

Why should I hold on ?
To something I cannot feel ?
Somehow, it must be somewhere.
But it doesn't seem real.

I'm sorry for not being perfect.
I know I'm alive but it feels like I died.
You never showed, that you cared about me.
You were laughing, and I cried.

My dreams ran away.
They are a part of my past.
If you can't handle me, at my worst.
Then you don't deserve me at my best.

I never asked you more then love.
But you've said I couldn't do anything right.
I just need a little bit of you.
But love is the slowest form of suicide.

© Jorine.

I hear them everywhere I go.
I'm never on my own.
Whatever I might say or scream,
they won't leave me alone.

Sometimes I pray, it must stop now.
And then there is the silence.
But not for long, they're stalking me.
They start this war with violence.

I'm my own soldier, in this war.
I fight against them all.
They hurt me, tease me, make me crazy.
Pounding my heart against the wall.

I'm just too scared, to chase them off.
It's still me against the voices.
They're with so many more, then I am.
But they'll all just be my choices.

I have to grow, in what I am,
then I might be growing stronger.
Because I can't take this shit no more.
I can't take it any longer.

I have to stop the voices now,
and stop the violence on my mind.
Maybe then I will look back some day,
and just leave this all behind.



© Jorine.