Freedom Poem by Poetic Daughter

Freedom, at last, freedom from pain, suffering, fear. Pain from hurting, pain from being lied to, pain from not being a size 2.
I am free from the hate! I am free from the tears shed every night in my bed. No more sitting in the bathtub and weeping because I am now forever sleeping.
My last moments were calming and people might call me selfish but I did what I could to leave this world that I would describe as hellish.
Some might be sad, some might be mad, and some people might actually be glad.
What is that? Is that the light I'm supposed to see, finally sweet relief?
Screaming is all I hear as the lights flash brighter and my soul is stopped from being taken any further.
White room, white clothes is this heaven? No, not heaven because I still feel the pain that I felt before.
Why'd they have to find me? Why'd they have to save me? Was I worth saving, I don't know. But I guess it's God's way of telling me it's not my time to go...
-Poetic Daughter