I will not lie
Every year on this very day
the more I want to die
but is the voices that keep me alive
On this day
I'm expected to be happy
as everybody wishes me
But I've always felt empty
Nothing has changed
Every year is the same
From the silence in my room
to the noises in my brain
My wish for every year
will never be different
whether or not I could be happier
Then the previous birthday
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC
I will not lie
Every year on this very day
the more I want to die
but is the voices that keep me alive
On this day
I'm expected to be happy
as everybody wishes me
But I've always felt empty
Nothing has changed
Every year is the same
From the silence in my room
to the noises in my brain
My wish for every year
will never be different
whether or not I could be happier
Then the previous birthday
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