Birthday
On the weeks before your birthday
You’re suppose to be excited
But I don’t get excited
because it’s never too joyous,
It use to be so happy so free
When he was around to see
But now I can’t get my hopes up
Because I’ll just be more stuck
In that rut of sadness and disappointment
I turn to madness
On my birthday June 6th
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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