When Did It Come To This?

What is my world coming too?
Shattered pieces of it lay,
upon the ground and in the air,
a happy life seems far away.

I feel I'm looking into darkness,
when really things are light
I feel I'm losing some type of battle
when really, there's nothing to fight.

Where have all my memories gone?
Memories of having someone to care.
The past seems filled with pain,
and maybe the memories, were never there.

Things seem to be a little dim
like a fog, of a darkened shade.
Things are not as they appear to be
like my hand, that holds a blade.

It seems I can't remember when,
all my pain inside came to this:
me, my room, and a single blade
sliding deep within my wrist.

I've become addicted to the pain
it's unlike any other kind.
Scars not only lay upon my wrist,
but are engraved inside my mind.

-Copyright-
-Olivia Ann-
-8 March, 2007-