I hate the holidays

I hate holidays

the bullshit of a christmas spirit

you are all the same

before and after the tree

some of you will never change

Leaving you all for a far away land

At every corner with the questions the doubt

what was once a solid feeling feels more empty with the more and more holes poked

deflating the hope I have

debating if I know this feeling to be true

realizing it is probably not

So separated from the world, I feel lonelier every day

So dubious about all the relationships in my life

More dubious with time and the time slows every day

I am filled with sorrow and strife

I wish I could disappear

Far far far away from you all