Warning: cursing

“Happy Birthday”

they sing as you awkwardly stare at your cake.

“Happy Birthday”

they text after not talking for a year.

“Happy Birthday”

they whisper to you at midnight when they really mean it.

We spend our days looking towards this one day

for better or for worse

we stare off into it’s sky

and see the clarity of sunsets and night skys.

we never saw those before. We only saw

the happy sunny days and bright green

grass.

“Happy birthday to you”

but that’s the only day they wish you were happy.

thats the only day they _try_.

“Happy fucking birthday to me...”

we whisper to ourselves as we sob in solitude.

“Happy…”

What’s it like to have a happy birthday afterall?