• The torture of my body and soul is unbearable. I wait for death but it doesn't come.I can't live with it anymore. I've climbed the ladder of my life. The noose is my death. I look through the hole of the noose and remember all the times of torture and pain I've went through, but I also remember the ones I'm going to leave behind.The ones that actually care. It's too late now. I stuck my head through the noose and let the ladder fall.....