The second of October-
Worst day ever seen,
Painful it has always been.
And I'm the only party member.
Fifteen year was a lot of pain,
That much I couldn't gain.
I decided to sit down but it was messy,
So I cleaned it out and cut my middle finger.
Sixteen year was not better
Just because I threatened my arm.
But the follow the follow isn't better
There's even more of harm.
Seventeen year passes down,
I regret of walking out.
I was late on my own party.
That da was disgusting.
Eighteen year,
I'm close.
What will be my fear?
Shotgun in front of nose?
This year is terrible
Because of traps,
This week is awful
Because I hve no friends..
Body hangig in the corner,
Bloody drops are crippling down.
I don't need your presents
I just need a rest.
21/09/18
My birthday
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