Birthday Party's Blow

It’s that time of year again I wake to a baked cake. Family from all over come and hug me will I suffer. We celebrate the day i was conceived to world that has brought me to my knees begging god to take me. We celebrate a year closer to death, what next want me to pick out the fount of my death certificate. Presents with clothes that god who knows where i would go wearing. People I can’t remember but they hug me tell me they love me. There dancing I don’t fancy. A pinata to hit that bust after a nick. Kids crying and whining to stay all day. But finally they go away making my day the gift to end this masquerade. 2/5/16