Another year around the sun, for me, a journey’s far from fun. The candles flicker, the faces cheer, Yet inside, drowning in fear.

Three hundred sixty-five days, a feat, A race I ran with weary feet. They call it triumph, a battle won, I wonder softly, a look of stun

An angel descended, soft and bright, Her presence casting a gentle light. I whispered low, my heart in pain, “Only friends and family keep me chained.”

She smiled, her eyes a knowing sea, “Perhaps this place is not your destiny. Take my hand, we’ll wander far, Beyond the sorrow, past every scar.”

But I held on tight to the fleeting day, “What of the love that begs me to stay?” She paused, her wings a silver glow, “Love is a tether, but peace you must know.”

“There’s strength,”** she whispered, **“in holding tight, But more in seeking your own true light. It isn’t death that makes pain cease, It’s finding a way to make your peace.”

And so I stood, between two doors, One of shadows, one of shores. The night grew long, the air grew still, A choice was mine, of strength or will.

I’ll walk this road one step, one breath, A fragile dance with life and death. For birthdays mark not just the years, But every triumph, every tear.

So light the candles, let them burn, A flame for each lesson I have learned. For even when my heart feels weak, There’s hope in every word I speak.

this day is solely mine, as I have given it worth we celebrate as I move with the earth Im given gifts that are extremely diverse I begin to tear up and my vision blurs

I had a long life It could be for others a short life My wrinkles are only like expressions My face does not cause the same impression

I had a short life Others would call it a long life I heard a young man who got a mansion I heard a young man who got in prison

I have a short life I pick up the lines I eat up my time

They say you’re growing You’re a teen with your headphones and no thinking They say you’re growing

I have a long life I see girls get drunk talking wide I see girls get first their drivers license I see girls get out of college

I have a short life Everybody’s doing they want in short time If I could be everybody I would be out of time I hate I’ll be everybody in short time

It is my birthday I put a candle on the cake However, nothing changes

Happy birthday to me I’m finally 15

Yay! I guess

At least I can get My permit

And I got books Books galore

What I really want Though

Is a nice sweet kiss On the hand

From the girl I love Most

Of course That’s asking for too much

So, Happy Birthday to Me

And thank you all For being you and putting up with me

That’s all I’m thankful

No fluffy words Or words that will give you tears

I’ll tell you how it is Because I’m me, bitch

Sorry for my language But thank you for reading

And commenting And hearting

I don’t think I’d be here In the right mind without writing on here

As I said, There will be no trauma dumping

Today’s a happy day My birthday

And I’m the birthday girl So I say have a good day

And smile once in a while Bye bye

Birthday’s Celebrating, singing and dancing

Birthday’s Getting gifts, talking and eating

Birthday’s Blowing out your candles, everyone singing to you

Birthday’s The day that is supposed to be about you to celebrate you

Birthday’s A reminder that each year you get older and experience new stuff.

Birthday’s Partying

And then one day you realise, it isn’t about all of the above. It is about cherising and being cherised It’s about loving and being loved

Birthday’s It is about you but also about everyone and everything that makes you You.

Birthdays Another reminder of age and of change

My birthday A reminder I have no friends And nothing but loose ends

A birthday A celebration But I didnt send invitations

Birthdays A push into a new beginning a pull from a distancing past

My birthday I downplayed it and now i feel so deflated

A birthday Semms big to some But it feels so small

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Everyday is someone’s birthday The next random Tuesday on your calander makes people think of someone Maybe someone who has exited their life Still walking the earth, but not intersecting in your spaces over the year

The next time you’re on your couch on a Friday night, someone is living their best life on birthday night Connecting friends from different circles of life Holding them hostage with a stockholm syndrome party favor

Each day belongs to someone by birth Each person has another day A day a death Unknown until their very last breath A day to remember Is it today?

I’m running out of time I’m not ready, Im not okay Guys I’m running out of t—

1-10

The world is so bright No blights, no fights

Nothing misplaced, everything is great Running down slides Making mud pies Digging for the worms Catching all the germs

Talking was tough, never hung out much Friends were not my forte But nature was my main play Building out of sticks and bricks Keeping myself occupied Blankly oblivious to the outside

Family was great, always had lots of cake Toys and trinkets galore Never thought as poor

Two sisters with a gap Always was a great trap They hung out all day Until my big sis went away

Maybe that was when Not all life was great First crack to seeing the truth Was not ready I needed more ti—

11-14

Thrown into adulthood, no need for adolescence Put the big girl pants on, time on the line Make those bucks, pay the bills No time for play, big sis went away Middle kid no help All she does is complain and yelp You’re our only hope

15 - 17 Working to the bone See no flesh? See no stone? Maturing at high speeds Never not being free You are now thee Provider for the family

18 The clock strikes 12:00, making way for the new me

The big 18, it’s crazy you see?

The scary stuff has passed, but the world is so green You just gotta keep your head up and be the optimist you see

A child so young shouldn’t have been put through so many rough times, but it provided growth to show you what was truly on the inside

So yes, I’m officially out of time. The big 1 8 is here, and has been passed by.

Yet inside

I’m still that little kid, wishing to be oblivious once more.

Out of time

Out Of time

Out Of Time

I wish it wasn't my birthday There are too many wrinkles on my face The cards have dwindled across my mantelpiece The presents are grown up A pair of socks Maybe?

I wish it wasn't my birthday There are no visitors to my home No special meal out Just a ready meal for one all alone I might buy myself a little cake Put one candle in it Make a wish

That next year I'll look forward to my birthday Spent with friends and family Instead of my pot plant.

I came downstairs In the morning It was 7 Day was boring

I was tired I was groggy Out the fridge The fruit was soggy

Then mom came Into the kitchen And she told me, “Son, please listen”

“I know you’re sad But not today” Then she hugged me “Happy birthday!”

And I smiled.