Instead of having joy
I had a heart filled with sorrow
Christmas is a time to be happy
Or is it a time to fake it

There are joyful people
Then there are depressed
And ones filled with anxiety

So much can happen
Within a year
Bad things and good things
Tragic and joyful things

Last Christmas was a bad place
Last Christmas a girl filled with joy died
And a sad little teen came to replace her

Her body became a battlefield
And each day was a tragic war
The day went by fast
And the nights went by slowly

She lost her mind and turned into madness
Paranoia that something bad is coming
Having more insecurities than friends
Yet Christmas is a time to be happy

Or at least act like it