My trust has been shattered,
Like a mirror containing my own reflection.
It has been used up and tattered...
I deal alone with this rejection.
Still I look to others
To cure this incurable disease,
But The most they ever offered
Is to temporarily appease.
Now everything I've come to feel
Is in the final stage of dissolution...
After all this time I've decided,
It's the only real solution.
Still I try to estrange my mind from my heart...
Yet The two stick together,
Till death do they part.
Throughout this degradation
I realize what it takes to be free,
I've made my resolution...
Rid myself from me.

By Carolann Sirchie