When I let my memories flow
I just want to scream
How could I have not known that in a couple of years, all my efforts would blow and leave me Wandering..

I travel through a sea of changes
hoping to one day settle on a feeling.
Going from one thought to another,-
Dragging along this fading sense of 'believing'.

People tell me that it only gets worse from here,-
And that reminder only drives me to tears because it means my silent screams won't disappear
But will become a sound so fierce

Is it wrong for me to believe that even after all those supposedly terrible...