You pretend I don't exist most of the time
So why does it hurt more today?
Especially after I told you not to speak
to me,
at me,
with me.

Maybe it's because some dying part of me
actually had hope
in you.
Insane, I know
You,
of all people

I know that it's just a birthday
that tomorrow will bring normalcy
that today I still have tests, school, homework
that we'll just have salads and maybe
I won't have to do as much work
that we'll eat pie, maybe get high
And still,
Nothing has changed

But for some reason,
I still had hope for you
and now,
with everything you've put
me through,
When I blow out the candles
I'll still wish for you