The word forgiven is sign of letting go.
It is the memory that you kill of what had happened.
It is the shovel that you dig yourself just have some type of happiness.
Knowing that you're in pain and hurting.
Knowing that this it.
Knowing that you have overcome your faults
Everyday I write a poem and title it "tomorrow"
I write down everything that loves me
But it only has one stanza
And on that one stanza is my name
Because I am the only person I have
No one is coming rescue boys who cry their hearts about depression
No one is coming for a "about to be man" who is still in the waiting of real love
Everyone says that Forgiveness starts with yourself
But I can't forgive myself if I haven't learned the true meaning of giving
Letting go of what I have been through is like living my life in accordance of my enemies.
I can't escape this life of trials
The testings, the tribulations, and the distress are my best friend
I've spent years trying to get rid of past,
But every thing that has happened, happened for a reason
This pretty smile and handsome face is the a gimmick,
A mask
Because behind it is a dark and shallow place.
I'm still in the search of happiness,
And For a long time I thought rainbows and fairy tales could show me,
But little red riding hood showed me you can't trust everyone
But I am who I am for a reason.
Being built like a short story is the reason to be the tallest tale in the room.
I'm still learning how to live,
And I'm still learning what it means to let go