Birthdays,
One thing that happens once a year.
Something that is joyful and exciting.
A day where you celebrate another year of life,
A day where you grow another year older.
This day used to spark joy,
When I was a child and excited to be a teenager.
I wanted to do everything I’ve seen in movies and books.
I wanted to live these years to the fullest and couldn’t wait to grow up.
Something I’ve now realized is that waiting to be older and waiting to do everything you’ve ever dreamed and wanted is not worth thinking about.
I was so excited,
So naive,
So hopeful.
Now I see birthdays as another year not dead.
Another year closer to death.
Another year wishing to be a kid again.
Another year down the drain.
Another year closer to adulthood.
Another year of my life wasted.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
