December

It will soon be December again. The end of beginnings, the beginnings of end. It will soon be visible again, the scars, the blood stain, It will soon be December 15th again, the day I would have almost killed myself the sacred month will be bestowed upon me in depth. It will soon be December again. I'll be happy I survived but it already killed me inside, it will soon be December again, the month I lost you my love. It will soon be December again, the month I would have risen above. It will soon be December again, the month I lose another favourite thing. It will soon be December again, the month I'll leave all my favourite people and prepare for a new adventure. It will soon be December again and I'll dread it. Again.