Nenad

until its too late,you don't know what you have.or rather what you
had.
memories,the bitter sweet...and the ones you wish to forget...turn out
to be all you have left.
i'm wishing i had been old enough to understand,mature enough to know
truely...because now its all gone,i don't know if what i think i
know.what i think i remember...is real.
i only have flashes,my mum...my brother,they joke that i only remember
the bad times.maybe i do...
i'm sick of all the crap,all the questions in my head...
because,none of it matters anymore...its over