Bloody Christmas

This Christmas
Won't be any fun
My dad pissing me off
Threats thrown
Right and left

Everyone will be happy
Talking about their new presents
How they had fun with their families
How they have a great life

Here I am
All thats new is the new hand marks on my face
That I try to cover up
And the finger imprints
On my upper-arms

My family hates me
My life hates me
My friends hate me
All that I have left is my blade
And knowing,
I can take my own life
In a split second

Will anyone notice
Or will they be too busy with their Christmas
To notice that another teenager is dead
Of their own hand

We'll see how they react
When its on the news
'an abused teenager takes own life'
The headlines say
'the parents are happy'
Is the sub heading
And people will take it at a glance

Lets see how it'll all work out
The headlines
The only people caring are the people writing the story
Tell me
Wouldn't you feel unloved
Wouldn't you feel hated

Well I'll tell you, I do
And I'm gone

Bloody Christmas
And a Suicidal New Year

© Emily Andriko