Author's Note: I've been meaning to publish this for a while. Some thoughts from Elizabeth. Please reveiw

What Have I Done?

What have I done?

Who have I become?

Where is my prison?

Where is my heart?

Why did I let this go so far?

When the guilt wash away?

How much more must I pay?

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Why must every man,

to whom I come attached,

to whom I might even love,

die in front of my eyes?

Die for me?

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My world is falling apart

beneath my weary feet.

Each step I take

another piece blows away

and I tread next to insanity.

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These deaths,

these lies,

the blood on my hands.

What have I done?

Who have I become?

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All that I wanted was

freedom and adventure

escape from my

tedious, routine days.

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But wherever Hapinness roams

Sorrow follows softly on her trail.

Wherever Joy leaves her mark

Misery soon leaves her own.