I wonder
about all the people
that I never had the chance
to speak too,
and all the people
that I said too much too,
and I
what would have happened
if I'd known then
what I knew now
if I could have saved my self destruction
or just prolonged the devastation.

so I scratch my
into bathroom walls
class of 2006
who would have thought
I'd have got this far,
and still not know
what I'm doing
where I'm going or even
who I am sometimes .

but it doesn't matter anymore
because either way,
theres one thing I've learnt
that everything that will
come to pass will
indeed come sooner
then you think.
and later on
when your selective
memory choses to delete
the gritty bits ;
its been a good five years
but I'm just
its over.