Towards the moon I run

Towards the darkness of the earth

Away from the sun,

And down into the dirt.

He loves me not

He left me cold

Not a person cares,

No one ever really did

The knifes been stabbed into my back

Since first I was a kid

Now I’ve past the years

Of adolescence

The days I thought were hell

The nights I slit my wrists,

Banged my head against the tub,

And put myself, under a spell

The hair grows out in droves

The hair grows out for days

The hair grows, and grows, and grows

And carries my mind away

Now I’m caught in between

Two diseases

The pancreas and the germ

Wrapped tight in between my metamorphosis

Never to be the butterfly

Crawling always crawling as the worm

They flit and fly across the ground

Like fallen stars

I hate them all

And how they glow

I wish they’d rot in hell

They get stares

While I get glares,

For being me

The sight of them

Drops the blood,

 From straight out

Of my skin

Confound it all

But this is the world

Which some may call a life

But until darkness falls

And I am hidden

This will be my strife

Until I reach the moon,

Until I reach the dirt,

Bring me back to the womb

Take me down to earth.