Everyone But Me ... Everyone but me is smiling, Joy has filled the air, Everybody but me is happy, They seem to have no cares, As turkey is cooked and presents unwrapped, Logs on the fire, Dog in my lap, Everybody is smiling, Drinking, Games, Cheer, But for me it is a very different time of year, Darkness, Gloom, And misery, Fills every corner of me. So I take a walk upstairs, And think about my choice, Ruin Christmas, Or deny my inner voice, Some may call me selfish, But I personally think its wise, Sadly I have to do awful things, To put happiness behind my eyes, So I get a packet of screws, The hardware kind, You know, And put them somewhere private, Somewhere no one should ever go, But sadly for me people have been there, Without permission and before; I was old enough that's what has made me, This way and left me how I feel inside. I tried not to, I laughed, I distracted, I cried, But nothing can compare to that safe and relaxed feeling inside, It's a shame I can only get respite from self harm, One that pains me everyday. But that the way it is at the moment, And that I have to take, Everybody but me is smiling, Everybody but me is fake.