I refuse to bend, I refuse to break, and I will not shatter.
Though I may stumble, and my thoughts may scatter;
I will not cry, seethe, or let you know of my torments.
It is still funny how you try to kill me with those comments.

Your poison is still pointless, though it is what makes me thrive.
I do not need joy and happiness when pain is how I survive.
But when I say “thrive” it is different in your mind and in mine.
I grow and flourish, and I know you think I just harden and decline.

Now I hear the voices talk and see the actions done,
Then I sit back and take your onslaught of venom.
If this acrimony really hurts, well, I would not know,
For I am almost gone and my eyes are now no longer aglow.

That is another truth for you: I was nearly dead before I began.
This all kills me and heals me, so take it all in with just one scan.
But when I take a look, I realize that you are all really devils.
Finally it all moves on, it is all over, and I have lost all of my levels.

The darkness now closes in on this detested domain.
Beaten, tormented, and fractured I can no longer take this strain.
Eyes still see, but I do not want to see this ultimate misery.
Take my life, ease my pain, and bring me to my mortality.