Today is my birthday like I said earlier,
I am 1990 years younger than your Jesus,
But 2 days older than being as young.
Today I have people wishing me everywhere,
I am 99.9% satiated today as I write this,
But 'morrow I will be 100% content as I move on.
This will, of course, be for the permanence,
As she bears neither love nor penance,
But she only kept insulting my existence.
She does not deserve any true lover.
However, she realised her mistake soon afterwards and came back on March 24th in 2015.
Then finally she ruined my birthday in 2015 by ditching me again on 13th December just 10 days prior to my birthday.
HP Poem #1339
There is so much sorrow in your tears
So let the silence be
Even if you feel the pain on your smile
Let the patience cure your heart
When you can't understand people around you,
no need to read between the lines,
just see what's before your eyes
Try to enjoy the music of the wind
Maybe it'd give you some wings
Fly towards your dreams
Step by step until your last breath
Happy you will be
Y.. you want me?
All the little broken bits. Youll take them
Youll wrap my wounded heart in yours
Help close all those broken doors
Show me i can sail to such foreign shores
Are you really what i need?
But you might be whats best for me
I don't thank you,
I never have,
I'm six thousand seven hundred and eight eight days old
and I've never once'd stop to say thank you,
I had a good day today, and I realized ( far too late)
that I often have good days,
days where the sun shines
days where the wind is fine
days where I can take my time,
yet I've never thanked you,
i exist because of some unknown force, or maybe science, or maybe god
but Ill never know, and so I've never stopped to say hello,
and today I finished a terrifying assessment,
and today wasn't that bad
so I've stopped to thank you
I don't ask for anything in return,
all I ask is to help others learn
that each day I open my eyes, is a gift from someone who might never materialize, and though you might not hear me, and though you might not exist,
thank you strange force,
I'm so happy I exist
the fact you even exist is amaizing, so even though their might be no one there,
whats the harm in thanking the air?
Switch to the soulful relaxation
Let your mind free
I'm going to tell you a story,
About a girl,
Who wanted nothing but fame and glory.
She dreamt of days without a worry.
A world when people have no need to be sorry.
She sits back and enjoys the moment,
With music in her ears as her docent.
Tunes from varying artist,
From tove lo, to G eazy, to the weeknd.
Creating moods that she never knew exist.
Everything was just pefect.
It began to rain,
She turns down the volume.
She cries quietly,
Listening to the stories drops create in her brain.
She tries not to remember the pain,
But the memories continued to swirl and destroy her,
Like a bunch of internal hurricanes.
Then, she remembers the relief of cutring open her veins.
She clenches her fists,
She tries to resit.
The voices begin to scream,
Stripping away her self esteem.
She covers her ears,
She continues to Cry!
"No more fears no more fears!"
She pops some pills trying to get high.
But she took too much,
And she dies.
This is just a story,
Of a girl who was used for fame and glory.