My Poems(probably not good)

Blow out the candles

On my birthday this year,

When they said, ''make a wish'

They didn't know that I'd wished,

I'd wished to die,

Like the past three years.

I am always filled with fear,

I wish a giant foot would go 'squish'

And they always missed,

As I'd always tell a lie,

But my eyes are full of tears.

'What did you wish for?'

'It won't come true if I tell you'

I just don't wont to let the truth slip,

It would be great mistake.

I hide behind my closed door,

And I would draw,

And my paint would drip,

And I'm afraid I might break.

I paint my pretty picture,

That night of my birthday,

It makes me feel calm,

As I paint on my canvas.

It's a sad little painting.

Is this counted Murder?

This is it!

Happy Birthday To Me!

And I close my eyes, and fade, in and out of consciousness, time to sleep, in my bed, my pretty picture dry, and my skin pale and white, and I say to you, Good Night!