That One Day

My thoughts on my birthday, since it's today -_-

Everyone seems to have that one day.

That one day they don't ever want to come.

When it does arrive, they just want to decay.

Well, today's my day.

I'm gonna have to get dressed,

And plaster my face with a smile, 

Even though I'm depressed.

Why can't I...........................

Having people come up to you in the hallway,

Acting like they've known you since kindergarten.

It's quite sickening how they show their wordplay.

........................just...............................

Hiding from society has been a success so far,

Especially my scars,

But today, I'm on their radar.

.....................give up..........................

Dealing with all of these fakes

Causes my head to ache,

and my mind overtakes.

..............and....................

Whenever I try to run,

I'm being summoned.

All I want to do is see my liquid crimson.

..................................die?

If only a gun was a gift,

A coffin as my cake,

and death as a wish,

This would be the best birthday I could ever ask for.

Author's Note

I just made this up on the spot, so it gradually lost it's passion of the poem toward the end.