I'm terrified of the fall
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
So it's hard for me to flap my wings
I'm a creature of the land
Of the sea
My emotions are something like a sheer mountain.
No peak
Only a plateau
I climb with my eyes on the sky
Reach the level earth
And make the mistake of looking down.
And my body follows my gaze.
Indefinitely.

I'm cold
I mean that literally.
Figuratively, I'm growing cold.
I'm staring at this Christmas tree.
Christmas tree
O,
Christmas tree.
I ******* hate you Christmas tree
It reminds me that I'm from a broken home.
Chances are pretty high I'll spend Christmas alone.
My brother and sisters area state away in a house of their own.
With their mother
With their step father.
My mother will be flying around the world again.
Not that I want to spend this ****** holiday with her.
I don't hate her
I'd just rather not spend a day I'm going to be at the peak of my depression being lectured.
My dad, I don't know what he's going to be up to.
I'll see my fiancé when I can.
She promised that she'd spend Christmas Eve with her and that implied Christmas Day.
I was promptly told I was to be excluded from this.
I'm probably going to drink.
I'm so broken around this time of year.
Because when you spend your least favorite holiday alone  while everyone you know is living life with "Christmas cheer" it makes you want to be dead. What's the point in family holidays when you don't have a family to share it with.
Bottoms up
Happy holidays.

I'm in the wild
Though I haven't left my bed.
I'm in the wild
I'm trapped inside my head
I'm in the wild

My name is now squid
So you should get used to it
Because I said so

A single moment in this room, side by side
I find myself lost in your beautiful voice
Like the moon your voice could draw the sea's tides
I shall listen to you sing; this, is my choice

Sweatpants and a tee-shirt are all you need
For simply your energy creates a light
Never lose your luster; this I will plead
For its shine will follow you into night

Your skill in the arts could never be matched
Pen and pad, brush and easel, stringing letters
To your skills, my dear, I have become attached
Your voice, your hands; both as light as as feathers

You could lead me into the fires of hell
For you are the one that makes my heart swell

Dishes piled high in disarray
with my fingerprints over everything
there is no denying;
-the kitchen crime scene
-is mine alone,
and yes, I ate all the pies.