Happy fucking birthday

Hey…tell me, can you ease my pain a bit? 

Tomorrow's my birthday, I'm turning 16.
So I've been alive 16 miserable years huh? 
A day to celebrate ones birth.
I don't want it. 
Even now I'm alone.
Even at this age I'm the same.
Even now I'm the only one who hasn't changed one bit.
The only one with old memories.
They're heavy and crush my chest.
No one remembers me.
I want to be far away and be alone.
All alone. 
There wont be a difference right.
Ill be fine if I'm alone on my birthday. 
Hey if I died, would you notice?
I hate birthdays, I don't want mine. 
Take it away. 
This suffering.