Christmas Blues

When will it be my turn?
When will somebody want me?
When will my heart cease to ache?
For the things that cannot be.

Why is my bed so empty?
A space I cannot seem to fill.
Why do I wake alone each day?
My fear is, I always will.

Why can't I find a partner?
Someone to love and hold.
Am I always to be lonely,
Why must my heart be cold?

I see them everywhere I go,
Loving couples, taunting me.
Knowing I go home alone,
And spend time silently.

Christmas is upon me now,
A time for family and friends.
But, for those like me, who dwell alone,
It's a torture that never ends.

So, no gifts for me, again this year,
No cards or guests to greet.
No smiles or laughter to enjoy,
Just a salad and cold meat.

It's just another Friday,
Nothing special, just like me.
Whilst the world is celebrating
It'll just be myself, alone, just me.

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