It may seem like nothings wrong,
But I've never felt more alone...

I’m writing this poem,
To tell about someone special...

Another Christmas without you,
It won’t be the same...

This isn’t another poem about a boy,
This time, it’s about joy...

Sullen but cheerful
Feisty but relaxed...

Don’t hurt me, Dad,
I don’t mean to be bad...

I met a boy, you see,
Everyone thought he’d fallen in...

My world's falling apart.
There's not much more here...

Kill me now so I won't feel a thing.
I'm completely numb, it won't hurt me...

Dear everyone that meant something to me:
I didn’t mean to hurt you...

Someone comes near me to talk,
I tense up and turn to walk away...

I hate being alone,
With my life slowly disappearing...