Happy birthday to me.
Though I'm worthless and weak.
With no purpose I deserve this as I wordlessly scream.
Draw the curtains and weep.
While I purge all my peace.
Making certain I don't hurt friends with the burdens I keep.
Though my surface is plain.
Like I'm perfect and sane.
I am learnin its a version of a person not in pain.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Happy birthday to me.
Though I'm worthless and weak.
With no purpose I deserve this as I wordlessly scream.
Draw the curtains and weep.
While I purge all my peace.
Making certain I don't hurt friends with the burdens I keep.
Though my surface is plain.
Like I'm perfect and sane.
I am learnin its a version of a person not in pain.
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