Happy Birthday to Me....

Teardrops fall,

Little leaden crystals

Glistening in the dark.

29 minutes to go.

 

The full force of It's wrath

streaks through your veins.

Ripping you open.

27 minutes more.

 

All alone at such a special time.

Trying to survive without the air

Everyone else has sucked up.

22 minutes to endure.

 

How long must this go on

Before anyone notices?

Before any of them care?

17 minutes....

 

Invisible gems falling hard-

Hard enough to bruise.

Ignorance must be so blissful!

14 minutes and counting.

 

So long since this day has had meaning.

One, at least, that was good,

That brought memories of joy....

9 minutes left.

 

Soaking stains surround you;

Your own beautiful, glistening, filth.

Your demise.

6 minutes....

 

Would they notice me tomorrow?

Will I fade so deeply into the stone?

How long untill they notice the pale, dead body;

Lifeless and cold.

4 ....

 

The candles burn in the flames

Celebrating a life created

With emotions - overrated.

A soul, worthless and hated.

A heart, long since vacated.

A life that death stated

Shall no longer be desecrated

"For it is mine"

 

3.... One quick last breath

 

2.... A quick little swallow

 

1.... Peaceful Oblivion.

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Me....

Author's Note

Any thoughts or corrections please...?

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

nice write

[Kelly M.]

aww this was sad! It sucks when that happens. ''Would they notice me tomorrow'' sad to say that some people go through that. being along in the world.

[Krista]

As far as I can see there are no mistakes and you did a wonderful job. I know how that feels to think nobody notices you on your birthday. Its a very sad thing to feel like that but I just have to say it even though I am quite a bit late in saying it. lol


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

[Anonymous]

I loved this! I almost felt the "blissful" pain described. I can relate to the poem. You are a writer.
I love your poetry.

[X_Emo_Princess_X]

"The candles burn in the flames

Celebrating a life created

With emotions - overrated.

A soul, worthless and hated.

A heart, long since vacated.

A life that death stated

Shall no longer be desecrated"

I absolutely love this stanza.
It seems to say, 'this is my life, and i'm running the show. So much raw emotion can be felt throughout the entire poem, and you really feel like you are there with this character. You feel like you can tell she has had a sad life because no one seems to notice that she is there.
I loved this poem a lot. It was a great write. Keep up the amazing work! I loved it!!