Damn you December.

I will never forget
when December was my favorite month
nothing but joy and happiness
now filled with hate and stress.

Growing old sucks
I used to look forward to the month of December
Now I just hope for the best
drink my life away and hope I don't remember.

Because every month of December
I either lose someone
or I am fighting with someone.

As much effort I try
as much happiness and joy I spread
December becomes the month I shed the most tears
and I can finally say that I've reached one of my fears.

The fear of remembering
the memories that I wish to disappear
because now a days
I give help but when I need it, no one is here.

D*mn you December
I used to love you
now hate you.
All because I've pictured this month to be happy
yet I always end up alone and hurt....