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happy fucken birthday
Yeah you heard me
"happy fucken birthday"
you left me and thats why i'm mad
We were friends
And now were equatinces
we'll see each other in the hall and say hi you'll ask me how my friend is doing i'll say great
but then comes ur b-day
"happy fucken birthday"
you never really cared bout me
Look at me
do i look the same as i did?
nope, black hair black nail polish
I wish someone could come into my life and make me laugh again
Make me smile
To tell me that its alright
We'll talk in class but its a oh kool higher mark then me you always wanted to be better then me
now its your birthday
"happy fucken birthday"
You tore my world apart even more
You left me and now i cant smile anymore
And if i do its a "how u doin"smile
Tears fall down none stop since my freind left me
You didnt care
She was your friend to
you never cared you always said you did
I wish i could tell you how i felt about this
I cant
Its stuck and when it comes out its on ur birthday
And it comes out
"happy fucken birthday"
So I cry
Again
Why do i do this
My tears smell like salt
Taste like salt
i wish you a "happy fucken birthday"
Crystal,
This certainly leaves no doubt about how you're feeling; it's very vivid, raw, and intense. Writing like this can do a lot to ease your pain and rage. Of course, there're some spelling issues (like the word "acquaintances") but other than that, it's a great rant; very expressive. Keep writing...
-David