birthday

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today used to be a happy day

but now it's a curse. 

I've lived here on earth 

much too many years


he said he wanted to give me 

a surprise. 


a surprise. 

it was so naive of me 

to agree. 


black eyes

and bloody nose. 

that was my surprise. 


I don't even know 

why I try

to smile anymore. 


but as I sing 

softly to myself 

that birthday song

I think 


I have yet to see 

the good side of the world 

the good mothers 

and good fathers 

and that, 

that I want to see. 


and even though this day is sad

I know I got friends who have now become family.

and with that I whisper, 

happy birthday to me. 

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