𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠
Every year I make a list,
of everything I'd like.
Every wish I can't resist,
everything to strike my mind.
All I ever needed though,
is what I desire most.
I never let my feelings show,
my secrets've always been kept closed.
No other gift'll ever compare,
to anything I dearly stray.
Everything that life can't share,
or something already taken away.
This day'll start bad,
but it'll end worse.
All wishes I had,
turned into a curse.
Christmas'll never undo,
the trauma I had to overcome.
"Fuck you" are my last words to review,
now I know where Santa came from.
It came from Satan.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoesieThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
