I keep asking myself,
"Where's my Christmas spirit?"
It keeps fading away
As the time gets near it.
I've stopped caring
About what I give
And what I get,
Even if I live.
I keep saying, "Merry Christmas,"
But I don't feel it.
I know I have some,
I must've concealed it.
11/25/2021
Honestly still a mood almost 2 years after I wrote it. Anyone else feel the same?
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My Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book of my poems that I've written in real life. Comment on anything. Grammar is how it is cus it's poetry. It's all depressing poems because i only feel poetic when i'm depressed. Thanks and enjoy!
