All I've ever wanted is love and respect, nothing else amused me except...

the times I've worked for hours trying to refuse, the feelings I feel when out of school,

 the long nights I've spent thinking of those I love knowing they care for nothing of, my existece,

my purpose,the reason I try, I could stil mourn and wail, but who'd care if I cry. I scream inside 

and pray it comes out because it burns like fire and leaves me in doubt, that I'd ever find love or 

something near and if I am rejected the thought of being over taken by fear. So I will remain

precious, and filled with wonder and keep looking forward trying not to put myself six feet

under.