Make a wish they say
For a birthday is a special day
Seventeen years for this day to come
For there to be cake and lyrics to be sung

Look up your messages and notifications
The same words from different people
Many of whom I don't remember meeting
Strangers posting things as if I knew this person like a friend
Worst of all, it's on a Monday

But I decided to just celebrate in peace and quiet
Doing the things I love
With the people that matter to me
No, not family, kinship doesn't make a person great
Friends, actual friends, people you've known for years and have admired

I thank those that I have trusted and had trusted me
Those I have helped, and had helped me
It's the wishes from you that matter
Thank you

It's over.
My journey to a far place.
I'm alone and I await my end.

My body aches.
My arms,
They can not move anymore.
It's over.
It's time to meet my comrades up high.

But I must keep on fighting.
I must not give up.
I must keep on swinging my sword.
Just one last push.
One last swing,
One last cry.

A spear impales me.
He lifts me up,
Pushing and twisting his it into me.
I fall.
The blood flows out of my wound,
And my body becomes numb.

I lie on the ground.
I die smiling.
It's over.

Time has passed.
And I'm still lost.
I follow the winds,
And the morning sun.

But I'm still lost,
And I'm dying.
No food.
No drink.

The wind blows me,
The sun burns me,
The sand buries me,
And there's no one to help me.

I can no longer think straight.
I lose my senses.
How am I to get out?
What do I do?

I think of those back home.
I'll miss the comfort that home gives.
How I regret leaving home.
I wish I could go back.

How did this happen?
I was at first in company, but
Now I'm alone.
Why?

I give up.
It's too hard.
I can no longer move.
I completely stop.

I fall.
The sand buries me.
I close my eyes,
And breathe one last time.

You are insignificant.
All you do is wake up, work, follow trends, eat, and sleep.
You smile and laugh for brief moments, but
You realize how much of a failure you are.
You had such high hopes and dreams.
You wanted to be something, and now you are one.
That something's called a nothing.
You being in a job is worth nothing.
It doesn't matter whether you have it or not.
There are so many people qualified for your position.
You don't think of anything.
You just follow and force yourself to like things
Just because everyone else is doing it.

What happened to you?
You were once a free soul,
Doing anything because you wanted to.
But now you've become a ******* robot.
You blindly follow the commands of others,
You're afraid to take risks,
And live a boring life.

You go to the same club every Saturday night,
Thinking you're gonna **** tonight.
Instead, you're rejected and drink the night away,
Dancing like you got something stuck in your ***.

What made you this way? You never cared about what people thought of you.
You always had your own way of doing things and your own way of living.

What? Did you just give up?
You can't just throw away who you are just because people you don't know want to judge you.
You're telling me you're scared of what strangers think of you?

Quit that boring job,
Forget about the latest fashion and over-priced technology you won't even use
Stop going to a club every Saturday night just to get drunk and depressed,
Stop giving a ****, and start going back to your older self.