It's not my birthday, it's not today.
Special Day
Just as the rain falls, and I can't stop it; I can't do anything to change my life. The rain falling isn't my choice and I don't want it to happen. When the world finally ends, I only hope that I won't have to go through this life again. With every little thing I do, I wonder if I'm doing it wrong, or if I should be doing it differently. But as I question it, time is running out. The same way a train has a set path, so does life. And even though I try to fulfill my destiny, to do what I should, I always seem to be something other than what I am, and end up going where I shouldn't; like a derailed train. It's not my birthday. It can't be a special day, because nothing good is happening. So don't pay any special attention to me. I wish we were at the end of the world, because I can't stand myself anymore, and neither can anyone else. I'm just worthless, and there are more people like me. I loudly express how I'm trapped, but maybe I should just quietly escape... or disappear completely. Unlike a drunk in jail, there would be no proof. And that noise is only rain.
It is indeed actually my birthday, but... (see poem).
Special Day
Just as the rain falls, and I can't stop it; I can't do anything to change my life. The rain falling isn't my choice and I don't want it to happen. When the world finally ends, I only hope that I won't have to go through this life again. With every little thing I do, I wonder if I'm doing it wrong, or if I should be doing it differently. But as I question it, time is running out. The same way a train has a set path, so does life. And even though I try to fulfill my destiny, to do what I should, I always seem to be something other than what I am, and end up going where I shouldn't; like a derailed train. It's not my birthday. It can't be a special day, because nothing good is happening. So don't pay any special attention to me. I wish we were at the end of the world, because I can't stand myself anymore, and neither can anyone else. I'm just worthless, and there are more people like me. I loudly express how I'm trapped, but maybe I should just quietly escape... or disappear completely. Unlike a drunk in jail, there would be no proof. And that noise is only rain.
It is indeed actually my birthday, but... (see poem).
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sarcasticmenace:
Just wanted to share with you a poem I wrote awhile back.
cureelise:
- u didn't seem that dead when I was on my knee's
- u didn't seem that dead when I was on my knee's