Lonely Birthday (Poem)

What’s the point of living another year?

Tell me what do you do when you feel no one cares?

How do you keep going another year?

How do you convince yourself you’re happy to be alive when no one cares?

What’s so great about living another year?


You know what I do?

I put on some music and let my tears fall,

Crying on my birthday is what I do,

I let myself fall,

I keep crying until I’m no longer able to.


I don’t give up on life even when I want to,

I dry my tears every lonely birthday,

What else can I do?

I can’t change the fact that it’s a lonely birthday,

All I can do is tell myself don’t give up even when my lonely birthday makes me want to.

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