Usually joy fills and warms my heart on Christmas.
Presents and laughter all around the room,
But as this year comes, I'm empty, alone and numb.

This year I sit in a room wanting to cry, because my family is broken and I don't know why.

I wish I was good enough for people and I wish they held me high,
Maybe their gift from me would be for me to end my own life.

Everyone would be better off without me.