When I say the word " Birthday"
What comes to your mind?
Party, cake, friends, gifts, fun.
BUT,
Not all birthdays are happy.
Some are covered with tears.
With pain given by your own people.
The ignorance from your loved ones,
Going through your heart like a sword.
Some birthdays have efforts in vain,
Some cakes are cut, not with a knife but with tears and Moans.
Some cakes don't have candles lit up, but the dreams and hopes on fire.
Some rooms are not decorated with balloons and excitement
Instead, depression and grief.
Not all ribbons are colorful - green, orange and blue,
Some are drenched, red in blood and some are black, resembling the soul.
Not all gifts are covered in cute pink and red wrapping paper,
Some are only there to make you, have your walk on the ignited coals,
again,
to remind everything, you always wanted to forget.
Some gifts are like time bombs,
Ticking Only to explode,
To **** you. (but aren't those the best?)
Not all birthday songs are cheerful and melodious,
Some are a high pitched cry for help and others are full of tears streaming down,
Somehow trying hard to keep singing the war cry.
Not all the claps are loud and wishful,
Some are only to cover the loud cries.
Not all the wishes are positive and thoughtful,
Some venomous and others are empty.
Not All parties are full of friends and people,
Sometimes you only have YOU, your depression, surrounded by the dead bodies {your expectations, hope and willingness to live}
Not all drinks are wine and cola,
Sometimes you have to drink the blood and still have to keep smiling (just like you do every day)
Your birthday party ends up with happy people going home?
Not all,
Sometimes it ends up the birthday boy/girl crying to sleep all alone.