a crash, a sob, and a thud
as pure white snow is stained crimson red
from the failing student who decided there was no way to pass except through death.

christmas is here,
along with midterms,
broken families,
lonely hearts,
and very little cheer.

the pressure is building,
it built up,
it came crashing down upon the girl who simply wanted to make her family proud.
but it was never good enough for them,
so she'll spend christmas in the ground.

is life ever happy until he has taken one more? but is it life who does the taking, or we who put pressure forth?

a little more green around the christmas tree,
a little more red in those candy canes,
a few more cookies and a little more vomiting,
is this the christmas spirit?

funny how we go from awaiting santa to hoping he'll hit us with his sleigh,
how we go from energetic children to adults wasting away.