One of the most painful holidays, people you use to know. The ones you used to be close to, you would rather burn slow. All you reminded of is the hell that they caused you. Don’t act like you know me, don’t even tell them that you know me. I would rather die slow, to even know once upon of time I was related to you. Please don’t call me, you don’t even know me at all. A cover of kindness to hide your heart that is full of hate. I would rather hurt forever, to even know you or see you again. A holiday that is full of cheer and thankfulness, is a holiday you wish to escape. Thankful for Jesus being born, but wish you never existed in this persons life. Home is not home, you are forever locked out. No key can be made to unlock the door that you use to go through from your past. The past has been forever destroyed. Your dad, his family, three brothers, husband and his family is all that you have left, plus a few friends. The ones in your contacts are the only ones who matter to you. The ones not mentioned only call for money, or to cause more drama. Enough is enough, you only cared about yourself. God saved me in my darkest of times, and the ones I did mention is all who I have left. A holiday I always loved, is now one of the most painful holidays for me. Merry Christmas, each year I heal even more, but there will always be a scar. 

Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.