forgive forgave forgiven I didn't say enough

Forgive ------------ The part of me feels it is needed to do so. Wo am I to believe to not accept facilities though. All things has its aftermath, what I didn't understood as a matter of fact. There is no happy forever, There is no never happy whatssoever. Am I scared to meet new? Or do I not want to take the afterview. I will see and hear anyways, till I bring my both hands to grab it, till it suffacates. Senses do work accsesifly, but I can shut it down passefly. I wanna know, I want myself to show, What they meant what they thought, Since I was a kid that can't stand shout. To know doesn't mean knowledge. I don't want my self to live in common coutious. Forgave ------------ As how we say in Germany: Nothing is always Honeyegg cake. Until you grab the spoon and taste, The suggar lasts in your stomach and doesn't fade, in your blood it does remain. We collect memories and loves, but don't know of their cause. So why do I need to step in the room to see him, being mean about me and spreading rumors. I am being stubborn or selfish about myself, I believe. But then I will have a relief. That the whole room doesn't fill with gass, always when I have to take the same path, As him. I don't deserve to live in shame and can't do what I want, just because he demand. And when I don't, do you think it will stop my heart pout? No, because I have not the option to change the story after a action. Or a decision. Or how you want to name it. I have Forgiven ----------------------- Deleted his number, changed my personality to: number. I didn't say it out loud, this is the only thing of what I am proud. I don't want to live in regret, or hatred. Since I didn't got a sorry, I gave him it to shave the theory. I didn't talk. I always talk. I like to talk. I am not him he isn't me, may he live to it long you see. The only thing I could is refuse, So I took it diffuse. "You okay?", I need to be, Someday.