I’ve been told to stay away. To be quiet and not speak up if something isn’t right. To keep my story quiet. But why should I? Why should I not be welcome to stay?  Why is it I who has to leave? Why should I keep quiet in a matter I don’t agree? Why, should I not tell my story? I’m supposed to think of everyone else except myself. Why? Why do I have to keep my pain inside just because they may be mad? Then why the fuck have they been acting like this until now? I am not the fault or the reason why others act like they choose. If you don’t want people to tell their story, then don’t be a part of it. Memories don’t go away. They build up people to become who they are. Why they are as they are. I’m tired of forgiving everyone and end up with the shit anyways. What does this shit really give me, except for a tired mind and heart? They’re sure not memories of an accident that made you learn and see how other forgive and forget. No. I forgive and forget, leaving this shit with another scar. Fuck this. Why trust or talk to anyone when it just end up being a disappointment?  Scars on scars packing up. Maybe the heart end up to be hard as a stone? I’m leaving this place. Wont promise I’ll say goodbye. Cause I believe I’ve been a bit to nice at this point. I’m out.