It was quiet as the cars tiers run with the ground. The sound of the world muted on the inside. I was asked,"What do you want for Christmas?" What do I want for Christmas? I want the demons to leave. I want this battle in my mind to stop. I want to see the battle with wanting to die and stress to stop. That's what I want. I don't dare tell what I want. How dare I feel this way. How dare I be different from what everyone says I need to be. How dare I not think of rainbows and sunshine. I'll just add another "lesson learned" to my arm. Band aids. That's what I want for Christmas.
