never for get

Living the unlived, speaking the unspoken, unforgotten memories of my past. a troubled life, a tearful face, an honest person in need of a friend. I feel alone in a room full of people. I feel so watched in a blank room, Blank? Maybe not. I thought that before, but it was not true. That cruel mind, that evil face, that horrible moment of truth. I want to forget, but shouldn't. I must share my story. I must help those in need. I must never forget. It's part of me now. For it really is impossible to forget. I will live on. It should have never happened, but it did. It was not my idea. I thought I was alone. Alone in my house, my room, my... my bed. Now I have learned this: Never forget the unforgotten. It's for the best.............