I could write for you the best poem in all of history
But it won't matter cos you'll never read it
It's too late for me to be of any use
I didn't possess those qualities when you needed it
If only you'd smile at any of my attempts
To make you happy on your birthday
365 days later, it still hurts like a fresh wound
Knowing i was a disappointment till your very last day
I hurt when i see family and friends together
It hurts even more when that family is mine
Everything is fine and everyone is happy
It's like I'm a foreigner to them but don't worry I'll be fine
So I'm lying on my bed, my eyes red from crying
Trying not to think of crossing over to meet you
I know you'll be disappointed i gave up on life
It's nothing new, you'll just have to rejoin the queue
Doesn't matter if you're on this earth or in it
I love you mom and this time i think i mean it
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I apologize for the crappiness(is that even a word?), it was written in minutes and 'in the moment' (whatever they call that stuff when you write as inspiration comes) and I'm having a killer headache(part of a larger illness i don't know yet) that's bound to get worse.
