Fucked up birthday

Every year it comes,

Even if u erase it from the calendar,

Shut your eyes and don’t read the date ,

It still comes. 

Every year it's supposed to get easier,

Maybe the days in between do,

But that date comes every year,

And your back to that moment,

That fucked up moment.

Alone. Crying. 

It's like a fucked up birthday u count the years since it happened,

This year will be better,

Next year I'll forget,

The day comes and it's full of flashbacks,

The mirror no longer looks the same as yesterday,

It looks like that day when I was 14.