30.10

30.10

A Poem by Heilig

I hate my birthdays, 'cause it doesn't matter how hard I try,
I wait for this day like I wait for the blue sky in dark days to feel alive.
But the day's the same
Like three hundred sixty four other days
Except one thing
I suddenly feel something:
People remember that I am still here,
That I exist, and there's no more fear
To spend this "special" days alone.
Do I actually have friends? Do I have a place to go?
But in the end the day is over
And I am just older.

© 2018 Heilig


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Well expressed Heilig. I like writing that is from the heart! I think you may be younger than me and i guess birthdays feel more of a deal. We should focus on all the other days and interact with as many others as we can. I know that's not always easy and depends on our personality.
Happy birthday from me when it comes!
Alan

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heilig

5 Years Ago

Unfortunately, I'm not that young to make a big deal out of my birthday. It's just I don't like the .. read more



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Well expressed Heilig. I like writing that is from the heart! I think you may be younger than me and i guess birthdays feel more of a deal. We should focus on all the other days and interact with as many others as we can. I know that's not always easy and depends on our personality.
Happy birthday from me when it comes!
Alan

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heilig

5 Years Ago

Unfortunately, I'm not that young to make a big deal out of my birthday. It's just I don't like the .. read more

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