anually
this time of year
what really bugs me
is all the cheer
its all so fake
when will i wake
a nightmare
a frozen hell
winter wonderland
yes ive been beaten
but still i stand
its no surprise
that i despise
december
a bitter memory
of better days
that were taken from me
in so many ways
i am still reeling
i am still feeling
the bitter cold
its growing old
i have lost something
so dear to me
now in december
im never free
free from myself
free from my thoughts
they always haunt me
so here i rot
a frozen hell
winter wonderland
and still i wonder
when will my life end?
december.