I'm sorry but I have to go now. <br />I refuse to live a life of bollocks. <br />I aint gonna live in pain. <br />Bollocks to those who think I should live. <br /> <br />I was born to be used. <br />I was born to be a tourtured soul. <br />I was born to be abused and attacked. <br />I was born for others pleasure. <br /> <br />I didn't dare to speak. <br />Only told three times. <br />Didn't ever dare to grass. <br />They said they get me otherwise. <br /> <br />Pressure has built over the years. <br />Eating away at me. <br />Not letting me be free. <br />Not giving me an escape route. <br /> <br />Always locking me in a prison. <br />I was a prisoner of my shadow. <br />I was a prisoner of many things. <br />But now I've escaped from life. <br /> <br />I'm no longer a prisoner of life. <br />I'm at some sort of peace. <br />Bastards used me for thier twisted ways. <br />They cant do it now though. <br /> <br />Now I'm dead and cold in my grave. <br />Still not understanding why. <br />Why people can be so cruel. <br /> <br />None of that matters now though Im gone. <br />Im free. <br />Free from my pain. <br />And free from life<br /><br />Amy Kerswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-note-7/