I'm done.
She said it when I was a girl
And didn't listen to all of his orders
He would beat me as she said it
With words like stupid and worthless
And brat
But those were only the nicest
And she would tell that to me
She was done.
I guess with me.

Later in life,
After that man was out of our house
She still told me that
At night when I'd comfort her crying
And she didn't want me to
In between sobs the words slipped out
She was done.
I guess with life this time and I couldn't
Stop her then.

When the crying stopped,
A new man entered our house
And I started carving
My self hatred on my skin
I remember the second time they found out.
I told her what I was doing
To my body
She forced me to show her my stomach
When I did
All she had to say was
I'm done.
So I was right.
She was done with me.
I wasn't worth the fight anymore.

I'm done.
I'm done.

Like a tired teenage girl who had heard those words uttered too many times.