Monday, February 18, 2008

Shattered

I thought it made me stronger.
I thought it made me happier.
I thought it made me better.
I thought I found the answer.
I thought I found freedom.
I thought I found myself.
I thought I should stop.
I thought I would stop.
I thought I could stop.
It became my everything.
It became my reason.
It became my life.
It became my enemy.
It became my prison.
It became my grave.

1 comment:

Kourts said...

this has inspired me....



thank you