Woke up in the morning, tree fallen down
No presents to be seen and not a note on the ground
Mother and brother, not in the house
Father and sister left like all else
My puppy and kitty motionless to death
And all over my rooms, spilt crystal meth
Called out for family, anyone to care
But no matter how loud I cried, no one was there
So I packed up my bags, tears down my face
First no family, now no place
Christmas is evil, when your left all alone
Like a poor princess, burnt at her throne.
So out of town I was headed, nothing left in my life
All I had with me, pants, bag and knife.
I reached a small inn, covered in muck
And a gross bathroom, oh what my luck.
So I pulled down my trousers, pulled out my blade
Slices to my thigh, so my sorrow would fade
Not deep enough, my hand was shacking
And ppl where knocking from the noise I was making
Before I had noticed, I had let out a scream
Awoke in my bed, it was all just a dream
Run out to my family, sitting by the fire
Stupid dreams, each one a lier.
I went to my room, got ready to leave.
A pain in my chest made it hard to breath.
As I was changing, warm water touched my thigh
Looked down to see, a cut very deep
I must have done it during my sleep…
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