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.
