Christmas used to be fun
I'd run around happily
Now i'm just snippy
and short with my family
I get so angry
and i dont know why
but Christmas just makes me want to cry
My unemployed mom can put presents under the tree
but me with my two jobs can't afford to buy my family anything
Tis the season of suicidal thoughts
shame, guilt, feeling less blessed, more lost
I need to stay strong though i dont want to be here
I'll just ask for a hotel room to be alone next year
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
Christmas used to be fun
I'd run around happily
Now i'm just snippy
and short with my family
I get so angry
and i dont know why
but Christmas just makes me want to cry
My unemployed mom can put presents under the tree
but me with my two jobs can't afford to buy my family anything
Tis the season of suicidal thoughts
shame, guilt, feeling less blessed, more lost
I need to stay strong though i dont want to be here
I'll just ask for a hotel room to be alone next year
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