untitled
today is your
birthday
though we haven’t
celebrated
in more than
six years.
this day should be
joyous
and instead is
agony
“happy birthday”
feels more like an
obituary.
the first time you told me
about the voices
I laughed
we were 18
and I thought it was a
joke.
I must have offended
them
for they have ripped you
apart
and taken you from
me
piece by piece
every day
since.
I want to tell the
shell of you
“happy birthday”
today
but would they even
allow you to
listen?
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Haunting….
Wow, powerful and heartbreaking.