Only a sick bastard wouldn’t reblog this.
oh December, why do you have so many
things to remember?
all this loneliness and pain inside me,
how long this would linger?
the season of joy that is supposed to be filled with each toy,
is not motivating me to do any ploy.
oh December, why oh why do you have so many bad memories?
it’s overlapping my happy diaries.
happy it may seem, but,
a part of me is on dim.