Christmas

This festive christmas,

A cold and lonely one.

Thou surrounded by care of people,

but your heart is never warm up.

It is still as lonely as it is.

As cold as the Boston snow.

I wish I can sleep through Christmas this year,

or to escape from the crowd to a place where I do not have to put a creaky smile in front of everybody.

It is so tiring to smile and laugh where deep down you are crying, your heart is wounded and bleeding.

Can I just skip Christmas with no calls and parties?

Go to somewhere out of the map where no one can disturb me.

I am hibernating