Birthdays feel like a slap on the wrist
A made up celebration
For the fact you lived through this
This life full of bullshit
And what feels awful this time of year
Cake, songs, and cheer
But joy's a distant seer
A hollow space inside
Where laughter once did reside.
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
