LizzieMarieBlackwell

Christmas is suppossed to be a happy time of year.
          	But....
          	I am not happy,
          	I look out my window and see darkness where jolly fairylights used to glow. I see my angry father break beer bottles and scream.
          	I flinch.
          	 I see the stars and wonder if my love sees them to...
          	I wonder why me...
          	I stare at my arms and dream of bloody razors...and how pale my arma were as a child.
          	I think of all those nights of crying.
          	
          	Last night i cried my self to sleep.
          	I missed my love. And i had a nightmare about my dad...
          	
          	I am so cold.
          	So alone.
          	So worthless.
          	So shattered.
          	
          	I am...
          	So done.
          	
          	Bye..?
          	
          	
          	I love you baby..