I turn inside of myself and look back into my past; into nothing. The best time in life was barely present. I wish I could go back and tell that nice little boy to be stronger, to be brave; but I can't. He had his chance. I burn, I scream, I despair on these thoughts of the past. I realize that I had barely lived, but just existed. It's too late now and my thoughts feed on this grief. The grief creates tears that burn my skin, unable to ease the pain. I float in hopelessness, for the time is gone and the boy is a man now. The end. A beginning for everything flows and we live to change; We live to learn. The future's still open and to be lived like the past has been wasted. And with hope in my heart I look forward..