i'll be almost an adult
yet i don't feel mature
as the pain goes down my throat
and collects itself into a ball
of tears.
stuck.
i feel stuck.
i feel sorry.
(i wish i could say i feel nothing.)
i feel like i'm going backwards, asking myself
if i should be or not be at all.
i don't know what i'll say
on my birthday
when they ask me what i wished for
on the candle of the cupcakes
that aren't even the ones i asked for.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
i'll be almost an adult
yet i don't feel mature
as the pain goes down my throat
and collects itself into a ball
of tears.
stuck.
i feel stuck.
i feel sorry.
(i wish i could say i feel nothing.)
i feel like i'm going backwards, asking myself
if i should be or not be at all.
i don't know what i'll say
on my birthday
when they ask me what i wished for
on the candle of the cupcakes
that aren't even the ones i asked for.
crying a lot lately my birthday might not be so happy this year, idk
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