Time didn’t ask
if you were ready,
Death stood smiling,
calm and steady,
cheering you
for being closer to the end.
People look at you
not out of love or care,
but for the weight
you’re still able to bear
More pain, more rain,
from your eyes to your heart,
every year teaches you
how to fall apart
But I stay here,
with no brighter words to say,
so I offer you this happy birthday
heavy, honest, and grey
I know, Not happy, nor sad
just numb,
like the way we are born
Like the way we live
By Yasmin.Sh
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Time didn’t ask
if you were ready,
Death stood smiling,
calm and steady,
cheering you
for being closer to the end.
People look at you
not out of love or care,
but for the weight
you’re still able to bear
More pain, more rain,
from your eyes to your heart,
every year teaches you
how to fall apart
But I stay here,
with no brighter words to say,
so I offer you this happy birthday
heavy, honest, and grey
I know, Not happy, nor sad
just numb,
like the way we are born
Like the way we live
By Yasmin.Sh
