Depressing Christmas poetry

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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*Oh frozen land of snow and wind,
and ice upon my heart.
The happy people, they pass by,
but from them I am apart.
'Tis the season to buy buy buy,
and fruitcakes in the tin.
Only freaks like me aren’t happy;
it’s Christmas time again.

Joy to the world, goodwill to all,
the happiness of home.
We’re supposed to go and spread our love,
but me, I am alone.
I remember when it wasn’t so,
when I had someone to share.
But those days are gone forever now,
And there’s no one to care.

The woods are pretty all in white,
so silent, dark, and deep.
But it doesn’t help as I toss and turn,
and try desperately to sleep.
I see the past when I could feel,
but it seems so many years.
I didn’t know I had it all;
now all I have is tears.

I live my days, pretend I’m whole,
and if I have to, fake some cheer.
Wanting just to get it done;
I hate this time of year.
Maybe someday things will change,
and I’ll enjoy the lights and cards.
But I have my doubts, and for right now,
this season’s so damn hard.

Oh frozen land of snow and wind,
I wish you’d let me be.
The happy people, they pass by,
but there’s no happiness for me.
I hear they say there’s always hope,
but I really don’t know when.
Maybe that’s what I deserve;
it’s Christmas time again.*

(It’s mine, so don’t worry about copyrights.)

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MysterEcks, my dear. :frowning: I’m so sorry that you’re feeling this way. Can I help? Email me, and I’m on AIM and ICQ. You’re not a freak, hon. You’re a sweet, kind man who has broken out of his shell to give me hugs when I needed them, and even a few smilies along the way.

I’m afraid I’ve learned more about loneliness this past year than I ever wanted to know. <insert crying smilie>
{{{{{{{{{{Rich}}}}}}}}}}

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{{{{{{purplebear}}}}}} You’re a real sweetheart, you know that? Mr. Bear is a verylucky man. :slight_smile: (And soon to be back, correct?)

I got depressed and wrote that depressing poem; then I had to either do something with it or throw it away. And since I never throw anythingaway–if I had to, I could dig up old toys and junk from when I was under 10 years old–I inflicted it upon the board. Misery loves company, or something like that. But I’m ok–not exactly thrilled, perhaps, but ok. (And freezing–it’s -2 with wind chills in the -30s outside, but that’s another story.)

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I’m so sorry you are feeling this way. My friend chique is having a sad time, and so is Una. I just want you to know what a good, kind, person you are, and how much you have meant to me and so many others from meeting you here through the SDMB (Ad Noctum could probably attest to that also).

Take care, and remember your friends here, and we will think of you and hold you in our thoughts and hearts.

I hope you like the tree. Now that I figured out how to do them, it seems like a nice way to spread holiday cheer.

Hugs.

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I really liked the poem. I just saw the time of that last post and can’t believe I stayed up this late. Good night, everyone.

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{{{{{{Spidey}}}}}} Thanks–I appreciate your kind words.

And I like your trees, too :slight_smile:

(I can’t go to sleep–the dog is occupying my bed, and she refuses to move.)