Don't think you can stand in my way.
Don't think you can tell me to stop.
Because I won't give in just because you tell me otherwise.

Break your fists on my bones because I'll keep on standing up.
Shoot me full of lead and I'll spit your bullets back in your face.
Tell me that I can't and I'll do it just to spite you.

I won't be stopped.
I won't be silenced.
I won't fade into the night.

Your venom is my blood and it propels me ever onward.
I will succeed and thrive
My rage and my pain is my drive

Because I know it drives you mad.


Put this in scraps because it's a pretty worthless drawing otherwise. I didn't even bother thinking about what I was drawing I was that zoned out last night. Seriously, the purple prose up top took me longer to write than this. I timed myself spending about 57 seconds on this. Not gonna complete this because:

A) It's a pretty damn terrible drawing, and I'm well aware of the mistakes and flaws before it even starts, the eyes, mouth, hair, hands, etc.

B) I just figured I'd get the point across that I'm not giving up. Not for anything. Not for anyone.

I'm still here dammit. Nothing or no one is going to tell me otherwise.