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RESOLUTE

 
The telephone is festively silent
Apart from continuous screaming
Inaudibly audible, only by me
Its just like the voices
The volume of no calls countable
The lack of words that were spoken
Sends such a clear message
No Calls = lots of calls
No merry Christmases
Not a Happy New Year
No I love you Dad
Not an I love you David

Gifts given out
No gifts received
Christmas cards sent
Better to give than receive
Or at least so they say
Festive hugs needed
Not one hugs given
Peace to all men
Well, apart from me
Joy to the world
As long as I consider leaving it
My thoughts of morbidity
Provoke a unexpected response
A good catholic man with support
Says "I don't give a fuck": (Christlike)

Hatred expressed
Ignorance expressed
Pizza expressed
Home alone
Charity Christmas dinner
Christmas cracker - un-pulled
Sprouts are evident
But can't apple grumble
No party dishware
No champagne glasses
New Year is a repeat
With family not giving a fuck


Blood is thicker than water
Custard is thicker than blood
And people are thicker than tree stumps
If they think:
Hate can live where love resides
Blood is thicker than water
Respect is given not earned
Family love given to all members
That a year has passed and
I will continue to take this shit
That this is fair treatment
That this is a fitting punishment
That nobody else has made mistakes
That I haven't suffered enough
That I don't deserve to be loved

I don't want your pity
I don't want your sympathy
Life is hard, I now suck it up
Seems I am self piteous
Seems I am mentally ill
Well lets just see, shall we
Because the worm has finally turned
No longer accepting the role of door mat
No longer considering your wish for suicide
No longer getting busy dying
This mentally ill person
Is, by sheer force of will
Going to turn things around
Nothing but positive motivation
No toxic people recognised
Treatment is mutual
When you look at me
You will stare into a mirror
I wonder how ugly I am going to look

I will live, love and be happy
For the rest of my days left
Without considering "Those."
Those poisonous and toxic ones
I will apologise no longer
You disown me. I disown you
Blood is thicker
Not than custard
A new family beckons
One that gives a fuck
I'd rather go there
For a merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Celebrations without depressions
Heal thyself: Will be done

New Year Resolutions;
Job done
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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