It was 2nd Christmas day,
I woke up and knew, it is that day.
The day we were supposed to be with your family,
Instead, we were both with our own family.
It wasn't supposed to be like this,
And I hate how it is.
How we don't speak anymore,
For I see you as something more.
Then how you see me,
I hate this new me.
I hate the fact of being alone in those days,
And seeing every one around me having a great day.
It hurts to be a lone,
It makes my heart turn in to stone.
We were one,
Now we both have none.

Every one says merry Christmas,
But all I feel is sickness.
I am not who I was,
And life just won't pause.
It goes on with or with out me,
I have to become this new me.
For I will have to move on,
Because life is like a marathon.
move on or quit,
It is either, make or lose it.
There is no road in between,
At least, there is non that I have seen.