Bloody Christmas

by Cait   Dec 24, 2005


The stockings hung
by the chimney with care
in hopes that saint nick would soon be there...

but it sure doesn't feel like Christmas
it never does
when the only thing she wants
is something that can never be done

thoughts of misery fill her head
the only thing she wishes, was to be dead.

Her fathers drunken screams
Her mothers painful cries
Her brothers fear, as he tries to hide

Christmas eve... bull shit
her only letter to Santa read this:
Dear Santa,
Fix this broken family, make it whole
My daddy has been bad, but he
Doesn't deserve coal. It's not his
fault, it's my own. My brother cries
himself to sleep and my mommy
lets him hit her, almost without a
peep. Before you skip our house
again, for the deserving, remember
this may be my last Christmas if
these wrists don't stop bleeding.
help me...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lindsey

    Caittt;; i love this poem babe

  • 18 years ago

    by PrincessCatalina

    Good work, I hope this isn't true! Have a great Christmas and New Year......xoxo