Under the tree
Scarcity of presents lay
Covered in half-assed paper of red and green
Waking closer to noon
Dread running through veins
But no presents before watching Tiktok
Mess of emotions
You on pickup duty
Assortments of illnesses about your brain
Stockings on the mantle
Empty and abandoned
Disappointment filling your blood
Eating 'family' dinner in different rooms
Silenced and awkward
With tears and glassy eyes on faces
No memories to make or remember
Magic no longer lasting
Hating thoes you once loved
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
