No, I don't want a kiss.
I don't want to be attached to you all of the time.
You knew what you were getting into.
Or did you think you were special,
Because you are.
But that doesn't change my nature.
You see me as a belonging to be doted.
I see you as a pest,
But your devoted.

I have guilt,
I have depressed thoughts.
If only I waited a bit longer.
I have my guilt,
I have my anxiety.
If only it didn't consume me.
I, me, myself,
My person is viewed differently.
No, it's not my skin, views, religion,
It's not my ethnicity.
My person is viewed differently,
It's my minds disabilities.
The way my cog wheels are shaped.
The way they get caught on certain sounds, smells, and feelings.
I should of waited a bit longer,
I am sorry to impose my difficulties,
As you can see I am labeled.
I have been labeled as a child;
from projects kid, to problem child, mentally challenged, to Suicide survivor.
That’s right I have guilt.
I am sorry for what I've done,
I am sorry my act has disgraced you,
I am sorry I can't be normal,
I am sorry I can't be normal,
I am sorry I embarrass and make you ashamed of me,
I am sorry I didn't fight you and make you wait a bit longer,
Five Minutes.
that’s all it would of taken,
I would of quieted down,
I would of gone to sleep; never ending.
I have guilt, but
A bit longer and you would have been sorry.

I didn't write enough, I think that's good, yet awful.

God bless the brittle ones
they have no anger, they have no guns
God bless the little ones
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our fate
they are new to the human traits
God save them from the wait
Lord take them straight to the gates

God bless the rising dawn
it's a new day for living on
God bless who's already gone
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our hate
they are new to these fateful straits
God save them from our weight
Lord take them straight to the gates

I don't know much of religion,
But I want to.
I am not one to be perfect,
But I believe their is one who is.
I want to believe all is good.
I want their to be someone who loves me no matter what.
I love the feeling of letting me just put it all in someone else's hands.
He has to be real because I believe in him.
He has to be real because I can feel him saving me.
He has to be real because I can feel him covering me in bliss.
"Ignorance is bliss"
True words because I am calmed by the unknown,
While it frightens others.
Because I guess I just believe,
And just believing I guess is Faith.