This year feels reminiscent of the last, Another set of commercialized holidays, A life destroyed by the happenings of my past, I can't fathom a day clear from my haze.
I still can't write, I still can't draw, and everyday I awake with a new flaw. Take me to court and steal my life, Slit my filthy throat with my knife. I truly wish to not be here, everyday I grow in fear.