Another birthday.

I do wonder if you will remember today.
There's no reason you should.
Today is my most depressing and hated days,
The day I was unwillingly birthed into this world.
Jesus Christ I wished everyday since that it would end.
The wonders and beauty of this place is lost on me.
I simply don't care.
I can't even fake it! How sad am I?
Out of everyone I know I think only you can understand what I'm going through.
The only one I can honestly say I'd cut myself for, the one I'd bleed for.
Who's to say you even read my shitty writting anymore.
You are flourishing in this world, more importantly and selfishly
You are flourishing without me.
I desperately hate how I'm growing.
Who the fuck am I becoming?
It doesn't matter now does it.
Happy birthday to me.
P.s I still love you M.G