Because I'm messing up.

Every little child grows on,

Happily tiring to musical progression

Dreams that eventually fade away into self-doubt

Where did he go?

Into the wilderness of blooming madness

Judgemental eyes and self-proclaimed enthusiasts

Grounding and faith was weary

Losing everything.

He climbed and had faith, more than anything within

Obnoxious buckets of flowing superiority

Questioning everything was easiest of all self-hatred

Where did he go?

Into the stories only pretending to read

Portrayals more valued more than quality

Feelings eventually outdo the self-proclaimed hopeful

Losing the self.

Ideas of butterflies that floated

Flowers that gave nectar sweet, turned poisonous

Those many leaves that rested were now far away and withered

Where did he go?

Into the unending spiral of downfall

Cocooning to withdraw what could have been

Its not my fault

I let them affect me. They do not matter 

I say as I do not believe.

But I must and I must hold on, because

Everyone chips away at the heart just like they tear away the wings

of the now flightless worm.

The sex is what I want

I deserve better than you worm!

My time is more important than your life

And at the end of it 

I'm still not yours and you're nobody's

Impossible to survive

Hatred that surrounds an otherwise 

Perfectly happy life.

Self-inflicted torments

It tries to fly again

And yet is torn down

I must have faith,

Harsh words bear no heeding

The words live on as does a great bard and a prioress.