Done

by Kyra   May 19, 2011


I've been destroyed
I've been shattered
I've been crumbled
I've been plastered
I've been broken
I've been walked upon
I've been treated like
I was nothing.

I've been hated
I've been degraded
I've been mocked
I've been knocked
Down onto the ground
But I always get back up

Your type will not defeat me
The type who play against mine
The ones who try and make us
Feel bad
The ones who laugh at our
Tearing eyes.

We're done with your kind
We're done taking it all
We're done letting you
Play us
It's your turn to fall

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