The weather is changing and I can feel
My mental stability slipping just a little
The cold from the season change reminds me
Like a slap in the face that I am alone
Alone to face another round of holiday parties
Which then circles back to my own self-worth & love
because I am
alone.
It has appears the world has forgotten me, again
It started with my parents’ divorce
It continued with my mom died and left me
So what’s the point in reaching out and loving
When I already know the end result
I need a good cry, I need a good hug, I need to be loved.
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