Broken down, pieces of my soul,
Scattered around in my head,
Hoping and wishing the world was less cold,
That I might lose this feeling of dread.

Sorrow, howling from deep within,
All selfless acts thrown in my face,
I have to just take it on the chin,
While my hope is lost in the human race.

Pieces of my broken heart,
Scars that cut me deep,
My wounded mind is torn apart,
And I'm thrown upon the trash heap.

Society tells you 'Don't let them judge',
What else can you do but sit,
Waiting upon your name dragged through the mud,
To be alive you feel unfit.

You did it, well done,
You finally broke me down,
Wow you finally won,
Turned my ever bright smile to a dimly lit frown.

Why do you behave,
In such a nasty manner?
When all I do is try to help you,
You just throw it back in my face.

Well no more,
I refuse to be treated as a lesser being,
A punch here and there and a cut to the skin,
How are you blind to what I'm feeling?

Well no more,
No further words shall pass,
You won't hurt me again,
I'd sooner walk on broken glass.

Well no more,
You won't win again,
Take your silly ideas of victory,
You will cause me no more pain.

Well no more,
From this day on you aren't worth my breath,
You won't break me down, you know the score,
Now we'll be in living death.

No more.
You do not win.
You know the score.
I've got a pretty thick skin.
No more.
I am the one, to sustain my grin.


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