Melancholy

"When I was young, the sky shone clear and bright and blue

And I smiled through everyday, knowing that all my dreams would come true

Now that I've grown, the sky fades dark and disappears

And the future I once dreamed dissolves before my doubts and fears."

Everyone is a damn critic. We all are. I critique someone's theology, they critique mine. I don't want to go to hell, but I will damn myself unless and until no one is suffering in that place. Jeez, this sounds so self-righteous. I hate myself. Maybe the fires of eternity are what I deserve?

When I was young, it was so easy. I believed what that man from the pulpit said. What those in the congregation said. What my parents said. It was all so good. The sky was bright and the days young. Then I started asking questions. You damn fool. Had you never asked, your life would be okay. Everything that is a problem now, wouldn't be any longer. Even now your self-doubt comes in, saying you'd have problem regardless, that's crap. Everything goes right when you're with God, and without him, you fail.

That's what they said.