A soul's coffin

I was sixteen when I was stolen. Taken from the life of those who loved me... I know they still seek me. I wandered through life never thinking too much, I was being watched, I was desired, and then they took me. I'm so far away now from my home...I dont know where I am. These men used a living person to gain money, They used a young virgin to get what they want. I remember my hands being chained to a wall but my legs free, They had to be... When an unknown man entered me, not only did my body split in two but my heart a well. It as a pain that lasted the whole night, even when he was done A pain I never wanted to experience again. Blood boiled in every vain, Like a flicker in every flame, A piece of my soul cracked and gone. But of course I remember that day, everyone remembers their first time... Everyone remembers their fear... I'm twenty now and still I am theirs. For every man that uses me, More money they gain. Coins to touch my flesh, And paper money to feel me... Evil is man and I will never forget. I feel like a cold stone whose constantly being hit by strong ways, In the middle of no where, Weak and nothing. I will never be free. Even if I returned, forever would I be afraid of men...of physical touching. No, this is how I will die. The men enjoy the girls who enjoy, But I never pretend. I would rather be punsihed in hope that I would die. I no longer want to live. Death is never the worse thing, living in misery is. When it happens, I have my hair over my face so that when I look up there is nothing there, Even though I can feel it happening. My skin is cold because my heart no longer beats with warmth, These men are rocks, and I am but a thin leaf they fall against. I've heard of hell, and I think earth is just a part of it with these men as its demons. I envy those who are now dead or escaped to their homeland, I will remain hee until I die. I wonder when that is...I pra for it to come soon...all the time. I am skin, bone, and blood...I have a soul and emotions, No human should ever be violated such like this. I can no longer scream it feels, My lungs have shriveled and fallen like the autumn leaves, Pressing against the coming winter ground, I never speak, there is nothing to say. Sometimes I hold my breathe, Feeling the pleasure of near-death, But they always stop me. I will never be free, I am a slave for beasts. My body is just a vessel, A coffin for my soul, And with every crack and cut, Some parts of my soul fly away But when we my entire soul be finally be free...?