This time of the year.

Yeah, right it's going to be Christmas soon.
And everybody gets so damn happy about it.
It's supposed to be a happy time.
But not to me.
Why getting all exited about it?
It's cold outside and people celebrating,
but most of the don't even believe in it.
But that's not my point.
People getting happy and it is gross.
They're to happy.
That's not good anymore.
Not for somebody who isn't.
And I can't manage to be.
Because this time of the year makes me hope.
Hope to not be in this world much longer.
Because I am broken inside.
Starting to die inside.
Everyday a little more.
Don't know how to handle this life anylonger.