By Kristina
Date: 20 April 1998

Drowning in a Sea of Frustration

My mind is corrupted once again.
Corrupted with the thoughts of you.
Consuming the rest of me with
This disease called depression.

I wonder why . . . 
Why are you so easy to love?
Why are you so hard to be loved by?
Why do you have this influence over me?
This influence I can't control?

I try to move on;
You block me from progression.
I try to forget;
My mind is clouded with memories.
I want to take a step forward;
Life pushes me two steps back.

I search through my soul only to find that
I don't know how to let you go.