September 6th is my birthday.
While a special day, feels like a tragic day.
My naive thoughts, my painful emotions.
Left alone -- No friends, no family, and rather be that way.
My birthday is supposed to be special..
Instead right now, it's a grim fairy tale.
I am depressed, I am alone.
My prince doesn't want to see how far I fell.
My home isn't here, it is with him.
Only two birthdays, were special because he asked, what do I desire now.
Do you understand how I feel?
Obviously you don't, or you wouldn't see how I truly fell.
A fallen, broken spirit of thoughts to be healed.
The broken wounds are there, but you can't see them now.
I feel them inside and out. You can't see them because you will never be empathetic now.
You asked me once, what do you want for your birthday?
My birthday is a pause, until I am with you right now.
About the Creator
Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)
Author, blogger, and in 7 months I will be a mom.



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.