Snow is falling,
people are laughing,
gifts are given,
all is well.
Yet here I am,
alone,
starving,
abandoned,
freezing,
Where are
my gifts?
my laughter?
my snow?
Gifts are given to the good,
and only the good.
So am I not good?
Am I bad?
Laughter is a form of happiness,
so am I not allowed to experience it?
Since I am bad?
Snow should be for fun, and playing.
Then why is the snow,
slowly killing me?
Is it because I am bad?
Merry Christmas,
and enjoy your winter wonderland.
But for me,
it's my icy, cold, watery tomb.
This is where I say goodbye.
But I don't get to go to heaven,
I go to hell.
Because they labeled me as bad,
since I was different,
never happy,
always sad.
SilentBlackRoseLovesDeath Community Member 
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