Merry Christmas.
It's one of the happiest times of the year.
People are busy in the gift-giving business.
And filled with holiday cheer.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the corner.
Alone, delicately caressing a shiny blade.
Suffering from this disorder.
This pool of pain is where I bathe.

So, they'll be kissing under the mistletoe.
I shall slowly be drowning.
Turn on your daily festive news show.
And the smiles turn into frowning.

-More to come...

Merry Crimmas.

Or happy holidays.

Or if you're like me and you don't even celebrate Christmas, how's life?