Dark Poetry

Birthday

Its just a day of the year

But it brings in a new fear

And that day is by far the worst

Because I know I'm not worth

My birthday is just another day

Just a day to run away

Because age is just a number

I won't get any slumber

Because its a day towards death.

Yeah, the very last of my breaths

Giving up my oxygen and my soul

Give hell another toll

I look forward to the day that I'll pass away

Because I know and knew well I couldn't stay

Now as I lie awake, at 12 at night

I start to feel a little fright

And 15 times is the times I'll get hurt

For the 15 years I've been living on this earth.

Knowing another year of loneliness has passed

I wonder how much longer I'll last

Give me time

I'm crossing the line

And another year, gone

With me following along

And today, I'm 15

Just a teen

My birthday, is just another day.

Closer to when I run away.

And I will no longer look for help

Because I have already found my hell.

Today is just a regular day...

Just leave it at that.

(A/N) it is my birthday today...

I hate my birthday.

Sorry :(

I hate it, its a lot like everyone wants to try make me feel special, but...what am I those other 364-365 days? Am I just...nothing?

I want to just sleep out my entire birthday...but insomnia sucks.

I hate my birthday.

-EM