They say to be happy, To keep that smile even if It's fake, But I can't. Not without you By my side, Holding my hand Saying it'll be alright, And you aren't. I can't be happy, I can't smile, Not even for a while. You pointed out all the good things, The soft, white, snow Dusting the yard, The beauty of the tree, Lighting up the room, Holiday parties, And all the laughter and blissfulness. Now I see, The dark brown slush from Cars passing by, The bare apple tree shaking, Like trembling from the cold, The electricity bill increasing, As the lights flicker slightly, Fighting to glow. The fake smiles and reassurances, From people who don't even care But you did. "'Tis the season!" You would yell after Thanksgiving, Then fall onto the couch, Wrapping me in your warm laughter like a blanket. And now, 'Tis the season. A sigh that comes out of my mouth, No more love in those words A miracle, It would be, To hear warmth in those words again.
GUYS WHY IS ALL MY WRITING TURNING SAD AND HEARTBREAKING- WHERE IS MAH THERAPIST
