Their voices are carried down the halls
Making me just want to fall
How can they be so cheerful?
When everything about this holiday makes me fearful.
You said it would be okay
That it would be a good day,
But now I’m starting to doubt
Everything we talked about,
Because now you’re dying
But no one else is crying
They say you deserve it,
Deserve rotting in a pit.
I don’t want you to go
Without you I’ll be alone
What kind of a holiday is this?
When all I get is something to miss
Maybe I’ll join you,
Then it would be just us two,
We could leave together
Now that would be much better
People may miss me
And that’s how it should be,
But I’ll be happier this way
Then I’ll have a good holiday.
12th December 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem