Don’t Even Move
It’s really silent now. As if something terrible was about to happen.
A Merry Christmas to the sad, the confused, the lonely, the destitute, the hungry, the lost. To the ones who can’t take the pain anymore and the ones who gave up. To you, who feels wronged and misunderstood, and you, whose heart is about to explode.
It’s not today, see? It might never be.
I could just let it all out. It’d just be mean if I was trying to hurt you. The trouble is that letting it all out without being mean feels pointless.