written: 3/9/05

What has my life come to

when I compare

the self-inflicted cuts on my arms and wrist with others?

What has my life come to,

when I let the pain from the knife,

outweigh the pain in my soul?

What has my life come to?

Nothing.

For I am defenseless.

I'm spiriling out of control

and I don't know how to stop it.

It scares me.

The cross sliced into my wrist,

is just a reminder,

of how messed up I've become.