FicWad

You can use me, but please don't abuse me.
Let me put my emotions in motion.
I'm going to get you our of my head,
Maybe into my bed.

The dark halls we walk,
Through and through.
Blood smeared along the lockers.
Not mine and not yours.
The blood of those who couldn't be,
who they wanted to be.
They are the forgotten ones,
They are the kids who couldn't find themselves and got lost.
Lost in the big bad world, the real world.
The world threw them back to the place they were before,
Being kicked and beaten on the classroom floors.
Time caught up with them sent them back and crushed them down.
The kids that could never get through and never get back.

Faded echoes of the children's screams, the torture they've been but under.
Like a spell, the wretched, cruel names that they were called.
A flick of a wand, the flip of a switch,
Hallways with the a vital fluid,
Stained the floors,
And the minds.

Let me sing you my song, I'll scream it out in the night,
Now it's time for a rewrite to fits the measures
And pay or debts.
We'll write our anthem,
Scream it to the world,
Sing in the faces of the ones who spit on our dreams.
We conquered,
we soared,
we'll rise above.
This our anthem, we wrote it ourselves.
Wrote it for our enemies.
we know the our enemy, the ones who hurt us,
Who didn't believe, didn't believe in us.

We are the outcast , the promised ones.
We will fight to the death, for the ones we love,
That are no longer here.

They tried to take us down,
But we'll defeat them,
Stand up to our bullies one day.
Sing in triumph, with our fight song.
And how we put up with all this shit for so long.

But we aren't taking another loss,
Or more people gone.
We'll finish with a massacre,
Blow out with a bang,
With our war lullaby,
Our wonderful melodies we sang.

The ending sounds awkward, I didn't know how to end this. ;-;