My favorite thing about birthdays?!
Nothing.
Every year this day just comes to remind me
That I wasn't supposed to be.
I wasn't supposed to be here and alive.
But it sure does make me realize that
I've survived another year.
It lasts just for a day.
All the smiles,
People saying that they're grateful to have me in their life,
And life advices that I didn't ask for.
In the end,
It's again just me crying myself to sleep.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
