a picture that potrays my dream

its funny how these feelings come and go. i'm in the state of hurt. i caused my own wound. i dig our things which were the past and have my eyes burnt. my heart screams yet no one hears. i cry but no one sees. its the past.... the present is wad matters most and future is wad we're carving now. i can forgive but i'll never forget. cuz its a scar that holds 'great' memories dat does nth but self destruct. cb.... go slp laa....