March.
The month I was born,
brought into the world.
March.
The month where it all got ripped away.
Everything I ever knew,
everything I ever loved,
taken away and replaced,
with something new,
something strange.
It didn’t move the same,
feel the same,
sound the same.
The month,
now a days,
where I experience the most pain.
Most kids would be happy it’s their birthday,
but not me,
at least anymore.
I know now that that day
Was the most traumatic incident of my life.
The day my everything was taken away.