My God rest your soul
You deserve it

A Tree For All These Problems

Each passing day
In which he's dying
Is a day in which I feel helpless

The prophetic pillar
In which I have to gather everyone around
Is non existent
I'm exhausted, fatigued, done

1200 over time hours, 149.50 extra working days
All for a beautiful Christmas
A Christmas that barely escaped the darkness
A darkness that lingers

I drink the day away
To make it nice in my head
But when I wake up
It's even worse

Seeing her cry everyday as he passes away
Simply demolishes me
And I can't get it all together
To make it alright for everyone, as I envisioned when I took up the extra hours

I'm a horrible person,
Fuck this year,
I just hope it's going to get better in the future

Although darkness will first follow,
The funeral,
The bad things.

There's no hope and maybe everything will turn around
Not for me
But for the rest of y'all

"Though to say we got much hope
If i am lost it's only for a little while

When faced with darkness,
There is opportunity for light "