Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
There are just a couple,
Of things I want this year.
This is merely a trifle,
Compared to what you normally hear.
Santa Clause,
Before I state my list,
I want to tell you,
Why for these I wish.
This is true,
I would not lie,
About something so blue,
Or how I want to die.
I’ve been waking up for awhile,
Wondering when,
My final trial,
Has belatedly come to an end.
Why did I have to be the one,
Who got the chance to live?
Why did someone,
Create the ‘happy’ fib?
Why did they,
Tell me it was wrong,
Instead of letting me continue cutting,
And let it all go on?
For, Santa, I enjoyed it,
Really, I did.
I liked watching my red blood,
Break free from my skin,
I did not feel the least bit guilty,
For my sin.
But when they found out,
It all came to an end,
But still I scream and shout,
And I still do as I send,
This letter for you.
They all pretend to pay attention,
They all pretend to care,
But how did you think I got away with it,
The first time, while they all stare.
That’s because they don’t,
They don’t care, they don’t see,
It’s because I won’t,
Let them try and help me.
Dear Santa,
Now as I sit,
I am in a war with myself,
And am about to split.
Someone shoot me,
Really please,
Someone kill me,
Dear God I plea,
Someone take,
This life from me.
And someone, someone,
Give up on me.
They say I can do it,
That I really am strong,
But I’ve been fighting it,
For so, so long.
And so Santa, I tell you,
That all I want this year,
Is for you to be true
And save me from this drear.
I want a rope,
Tied to a tree.
I want a knife,
That’s already pointing at me.
I want a building,
From which I can jump.
I want a glass of cold water,
So that I can down the pills,
Easier please.
I want a gun,
Loaded,
I request,
It shall be my final test.
Santa, see,
I said it wasn’t,
That much at all,
I just am hoping,
That they won’t watch me fall.
And as I sit here,
Writing to you,
The tears,
Drip down and onto,
Your letter.
Just give this to everyone,
So that they know,
That this is what I wanted,
And how I wish to go.
So Santa,
These are my closing words,
And hopefully you take into notice,
Each specified request,
Because if you hadn’t realized,
This will be my last.
There are just a couple,
Of things I want this year.
This is merely a trifle,
Compared to what you normally hear.
Santa Clause,
Before I state my list,
I want to tell you,
Why for these I wish.
This is true,
I would not lie,
About something so blue,
Or how I want to die.
I’ve been waking up for awhile,
Wondering when,
My final trial,
Has belatedly come to an end.
Why did I have to be the one,
Who got the chance to live?
Why did someone,
Create the ‘happy’ fib?
Why did they,
Tell me it was wrong,
Instead of letting me continue cutting,
And let it all go on?
For, Santa, I enjoyed it,
Really, I did.
I liked watching my red blood,
Break free from my skin,
I did not feel the least bit guilty,
For my sin.
But when they found out,
It all came to an end,
But still I scream and shout,
And I still do as I send,
This letter for you.
They all pretend to pay attention,
They all pretend to care,
But how did you think I got away with it,
The first time, while they all stare.
That’s because they don’t,
They don’t care, they don’t see,
It’s because I won’t,
Let them try and help me.
Dear Santa,
Now as I sit,
I am in a war with myself,
And am about to split.
Someone shoot me,
Really please,
Someone kill me,
Dear God I plea,
Someone take,
This life from me.
And someone, someone,
Give up on me.
They say I can do it,
That I really am strong,
But I’ve been fighting it,
For so, so long.
And so Santa, I tell you,
That all I want this year,
Is for you to be true
And save me from this drear.
I want a rope,
Tied to a tree.
I want a knife,
That’s already pointing at me.
I want a building,
From which I can jump.
I want a glass of cold water,
So that I can down the pills,
Easier please.
I want a gun,
Loaded,
I request,
It shall be my final test.
Santa, see,
I said it wasn’t,
That much at all,
I just am hoping,
That they won’t watch me fall.
And as I sit here,
Writing to you,
The tears,
Drip down and onto,
Your letter.
Just give this to everyone,
So that they know,
That this is what I wanted,
And how I wish to go.
So Santa,
These are my closing words,
And hopefully you take into notice,
Each specified request,
Because if you hadn’t realized,
This will be my last.