Life

04/07/2004 I am a shell of the greatness I once had and held. I now wander and stagger in this life. I've walked off the path I made for myself, aimlessly wandering the forest that is this world. Looking back is useless, everything behind me is blurry and out of vision. I am today a ball of hate and pain, grief and frustration are my friends and they call me unto them. I know not where I'm going, or if I'll make it there. But with the last shred of who I once was and who I should have become, I will strive on and keep going till I fall. What little hope I have left, what love I do hold, it tears at me, riping, twisting and draining my soul. I wish for deliberance from myself, from what I have become, Because who I am is not as strong as who I was. I am not myself without you.