My Life Was My My Prison. - Poem by Amy Kerswell
My life was my prison it was my enemy.
It left me to choose suicide.
I didnt have any other choice,
I had no other way left.
I couldnt grin and bare my pain any more.
I couldnt cope with with what others did to me.
Suicide is my only way.
I tryed in vain to win the fight.
I trey so desperatly to stay and fight.
But in the end my fighting was for nothing my demons won.
There was nothing left too do.
I took the plunge and decided too simply end it all.
If I could of fighted it off and won I would of stayed.
But I realised it was pointless.
I knew it had beaten me.
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