#mybirthday
I wish I was never born.
My mere existence feels wrong to the core.
Every breath is borrowed and not near deserved.
For eighteen years of pure torture.
Life would be so much better without me,
I bet that gun would taste so sweet.
And my head would finally feel empty.
Everything would be more clear without me.
There wouldn't even be a questioning.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Today is my birthday
In which I was born 15 years ago.
Happy? I am not.
Do I know why? No.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
Happy birthday to me.
I wish I were hanging from a tree.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
My mother told me
I was a fool to go after you,
but I thought it poetic,
to be foolish for you.
Thought it was romantic
to rush and jump in
much too fast,
thought it was fun to be dragged.
Thought it was endearing
to love
someone who didn't love back,
thought it'd be fun to see,
how a bad idea would end,
so I slipped you
an invitation,
sent it as a joke,
but then you showed up,
and I don't even know.
So go ahead and choke me,
I'll cry on my birthday,
dreaming of faraway.
I feel like I'm drowning,
I feel like I'm sinking,
deeper and deeper
into a bad something.
I should start listening.
Shouldn't have had you at my party,
wouldn't have stopped me from falling,
wouldn't have stopped me from sinking,
wouldn't keep me listening,
but maybe my mascara wouldn't smudge,
even if my heart wouldn't budge,
I could have cried some other day.
Other than my birthday.
Other than my party,
could've cried in the backseat,
of a random taxi,
on a random Tuesday.
could have ate my feelings away
right beside a driver who didn't even know me.
But I didn't cry in a taxi,
didn't cry in the backseat,
I cried in the bathroom,
at the big venue,
I messed up my makeup,
we didn't even break-up,
we aren't even dating,
so why did it matter,
why did my baby heart shatter
on my birthday?
Over nothing?
Oh why did I have to cry
on my birthday?
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC