birthday blues comin in like clockwork, sometimes i wonder if my brain even wants to enjoy it but i know i wonāt any time soon.
i donāt think iāve ever blown a candle
or any of the most basic things
i donāt think iāve been given anything or done anything for me in mind
sometimes i wonder if its all in my head or iām dismissing what people have done but if it wasnāt what i wanted am i right for feeling this way?
happy birthday to me nonetheless
a year closer to death and another year wasted
to another year of surviving




































































