Creative Dana

My faith in you gone,
My pride dead,
Who is the one,
Who messed with my head,
Who caused the pain,
Who shot the gun,
Who drew the sword,
That made my mind run?
I asked this to you,
The one who caused,
Me to run through.
You took everything I had,
Then you took some more,
Till you took,
What I thought no one could.
You killed my soul,
Making me waste away,
In a place,
I call hell.

-12^th grade (1993-1994)
Dana