Buried in the stillness of time
I loved how I used to cry about not having anybody to share things with
Later on I found out I should cherish what other people didn't know about the mysteries of the human mind
I thought of it as a gift, not a curse
Yet at times this "gift" made me find ropes to tie around my neck
I wonder a lot, and sometimes wanderers wander to the their inner monsters
Pain has brought me to my knees, and stronger I've gotten
I guess that's why my thighs never get tired when I travel 10 blocks on my bike with nothing on my mind but the stillness of the time
When a kid opens their gift for Christmas they feel happy and hopeful
I'm scared to open my gift
I'm afraid I will explode
I'm afraid the only thing that will be seen is a letter saying how much I loved my mom and the persons I cared about and how sorry I was that I wasn't going to see them, ever again..
I'm not good at goodbyes, many people know that
I guess that's why I usually "peace out" when I leave the scene
I guess that's why I still think the earth is still greeting me to more things
The day the greet ends, I'll know to let go to mother natures handshakes
I pray to God people learn to love and care truly
I pray to God people understanding isn't fully understanding
I pray to God he takes my soul away before my mothers
I pray to God my friends read everything I have ever written so they know that the person that makes them laugh is smiling at his sadness and confusion
I pray to God society doesn't define me by what my grades are  
I pray to God I'm not thirsty or hungry before I die
I pray to God, I pray to God