Broken
I sit here and think
I'm going to hell.
I wish it was full of fire
And blazing with despair.
Instead its full of people,
Who are suppose to be close to my heart.
Family.
Its the worst.
Buying my ticket for home
Is a ticket to visit the devil.
Rosy cheeks,
Giggles and laughs,
Isn't that how Christmas looks?
Not to me.
My tears are basically leaping from my face,
My mind mentally preparing.
My head throbs
And my eyes stare wide,
Looking into no where
As my body begins to shut down.
If my mind doesn't blow up,
I'm sure my whole self will.
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