My life was my prison it was my enemy.
It left me to choose suicide.
I didn't have any other choice;
I had no other way left.
I couldn't grin and bare my pain any more.
I couldn't cope with what others did to me.
Suicide is my only way.
I tried in vain to win the fight.
I trey so desperately 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 fight it off and won I would of stayed.
But I realized it was pointless.
I knew it had beaten me.
