It's Christmas.
The truth is,
I am completely depressed.
My heart burns,
My eyes are red,
Why am I crying?
Why does it hurt?
I claim to be perfect,
That nothing is wrong,
But the truth is, I'm hurting,
More than anyone would know.
More than I'd ever say,
There is so much going on,
And I have very little to say.
In my head,
I debate my actions,
I am well aware,
Of the possible reactions,
Of being honest,
And sharing the truth,
Maybe I think to much,
And this time,
I am going to lose you.
I don't know,
If it's worth it,
I don't know why I am considering it,
It's truly sad,
To not know who I am,
It truly hurts,
That this fact I can't share,
And I want to so badly,
That's why the temptation is so near.
On the other hand,
I am alone,
I have to face the consequences,
I don't know my choices,
I am erupting with this flame,
This passion which burns,
And though it's Christmas,
The spirit is lost,
To this sadness,
What I have lost to thought,
I can't regain,
But I'll try to smile,
I'll say I am okay.
Because after all,
It's Christmas,
Being depressed....
That would be a shame.
The truth is,
I am completely depressed.
My heart burns,
My eyes are red,
Why am I crying?
Why does it hurt?
I claim to be perfect,
That nothing is wrong,
But the truth is, I'm hurting,
More than anyone would know.
More than I'd ever say,
There is so much going on,
And I have very little to say.
In my head,
I debate my actions,
I am well aware,
Of the possible reactions,
Of being honest,
And sharing the truth,
Maybe I think to much,
And this time,
I am going to lose you.
I don't know,
If it's worth it,
I don't know why I am considering it,
It's truly sad,
To not know who I am,
It truly hurts,
That this fact I can't share,
And I want to so badly,
That's why the temptation is so near.
On the other hand,
I am alone,
I have to face the consequences,
I don't know my choices,
I am erupting with this flame,
This passion which burns,
And though it's Christmas,
The spirit is lost,
To this sadness,
What I have lost to thought,
I can't regain,
But I'll try to smile,
I'll say I am okay.
Because after all,
It's Christmas,
Being depressed....
That would be a shame.
Bluerose
