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.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
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.
Request permission to use this poem