They say that your Birthday is a special day.
A day full of joy and happy tears.
Then why is it cloudy today?
Why is it everyone is yelling and shouting and saying today was horrible?
Why is it I'm on the floor holding myself saying it will all work out?
Pain is what I remember today,
Fear is what I think of today,
Anger, Hatred, Loss, and so many others haunting me
Just leave me alone.
I want today to be the day I smile and laugh
For everyone to be happy with what they have
For love and kindness and patients to be part of the memory of today
I hear yelling I cut trying to forget I throw up trying to forget.
Just make it stop.
Today was suppose to be my birthday.
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