This is the story of my life,

One that was ended with a mental knife.

My time was great, I must say,

But everyone has their death day.

It started with one child, taht was me,

Two parents made me become we.

There were sisters, I had three.

At four years of age, I opened up like a clam,

Five years later, I cowered like a lamb.

Six friends I never forgot, one of them had the attitude of a ram.

Seven letters in my name, defining who I am.

My greatest fear, the one with legs of eight.

Nine levels of hell, each signaling my fate,

Ten fingers that trapped me like a stalemate.

I thought my life would stay this way,

I wasn't smart.

Little did I know of the betray,

That had to start.

Ten countries at war, I fought for one,

Nine men held me hostage, each armed with a shotgun,

Eight nights I waited, watching the midnight sun.

Seven booms in the distance, they made my heart race,

Six months later, I didn't like what I had to face.

I became estatic for escaping a prison of ice,

But freedom doesn't come, without a price.

Five others in my family, each declared dead,

Four years of living in dread.

Three days of cursing God, I've regretted what I've said.

Two doors in my house, only I knew what would lie ahead.

One noose and one stool eyed me behind the doors, there to claim my head.

Yes, I did run to death,

But that made me happy when I perished, at my very last breath.

Oh, you thought I was dead,

But that is something I never said.

The beginning of my life went pretty good.

I tried to do everything that I could.

As time went on I started to see,

What troubles life had in store for me.

Finally, I was shut down,

Life broke me, all I could do was frown.

No matter how much you think your life is the best,

You're no different from other, you're going to be just like the rest.

This may not make sense, but you'll continue to grow,

But in the end, all of us let go.

That has happened to me, my soul is destroyed,

all my feelings, thoughts, thrown into the void.

And just like Winston Smith created by George Orwell,

My mind is gone, I'm just an empty shell.