dear santa

its the night before Christmas and all through the house everyone is yelling finding stuff to argue about
i run to hide from this chaos in the house
to find they picked me to argue about
they throw me left to right treating a child like this isn't right  
ill run outside forgive my self for crying and notice every holiday i am stuck crying
where are my presents under the tree everyone else has some except me
my stocking they took it down years of my childhood has been in frowns
am i treated like this for a reason or do they just choose to be like this
come on  its Christmas the time for love and hugs but you guys care more for some presents and other stuff
that house is full of hate every time i walk into a room i feel like im ready to disintegrate
where did the holiday spirit go all the laughing kisses and time go
i know im only 15 and yet iv been through so much things
yet i want to be happy but no one has time for those things
everyone is more worried if im touching there stuff like money and kindels i phones tvs are more important stuff
Santa they all wish for phones and i pods and stuff
all i wished for was my brother home for Christmas yet they still get there stuff 
and i am stuck because my brother is not home why must this be maybe this family just hates me
i want to get the farthest i can away from hear they left my face filled with tears
 i don't want to be home for the holidays
its more like a time for people wanting and needing
Santa living in this home has caused my heartaches and bleeding
so for this Christmas all i want this year
is to get the hell away from hear