One Dreadful Year

Christmas time if full of cheer,

But a doubtful time for me, my dear.

None of this is happy. It's all death and doom.

How is it possible for it to be filled with so much gloom?

How do I stop this wound from bleeding,

Or even this broken heart from beating?

Is this reality, or just a dream?

It feels like I'm being ripped at the seems.

How should one find wealth and pleasure?

Is it selfish to ask it in uncountable measure?

I don't know where to go, or what I will do.

I need someone by my side, or who I could run to.

If everyone leaves me, I couldn't make it through.

I need someone here, and so do you.

Author's Note

I know I suck at making up titles for things.