bdayIt’s that special time of the year The time of that month you dread You look in the mirror and it’s clear That you would rather be deadbday
The rollercoaster of emotions That sends you to anger Denial and depression
All in one single sweep All because of that stupid mark in a year
Why is it happening? Why to you? Why is it that every time you look in the mirror on that special day You say
“Fuck it’s my birthday.”
My friend there’s nothing to say Nothing to do But get fucked up
uknownmy heart aches for the feel of the unknown my eyes slowly fills with tears unable to fall my chest tightens my lungs toil for breath as I stare in to the world I barely knowuknown
the clock ticks my heart beats the wind blows
my blood flows the rain poured my mind explored
unconsciously it came I barely even move Finally it fell Drip Drip Drip My chest expands Air rushes in As I close my eyes in surrender
Captive I was held close
Detained I feel remorse
Confined I c
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i like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying - charlie chaplin-
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i like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying - charlie chaplin-
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i like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying - charlie chaplin-
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art and music is a perfect combination
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art and music is a perfect combination
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