Dear Father Christmas,
This Christmas seems so far
so far far away and who knows
if I will make it to that exciting day
where presents are opened
and dead birds scorched in ovens.
Dear Santa,
I do not know how to write
a wish list for you.
My biggest wishes you cannot give.
What I want you have to take.
Dear Papa Noel,
give my share of expensive crap
to someone more worth than what I am now.
Dear St. Nick,
You have to understand
my body cannot withstand
this much pain. Christmas seems like a hollow dream
and I am stuck in an endless stream.
Dear Mr. Claus
On Second thoughts
I would like some gifts this year.
My requests are simple:
a rope, or gun, or pills, or bleach;
Whichever is cheap.
YOU ARE READING
Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
