It's Your Birthday Today

Depressed Poetry

It's your birthday today,

you miserable bastard.

Another year,

you should not have survived.

It's been too long,

your reign of terror.

Hurtful words still sting,

in your loving memory.

All I have to show,

are these scars you left.

Burned into my mind,

never to forget.

Tears of hate and rage,

cascade down my face.

Torture not soon forgotten,

as long as you still breathe.

I await the day,

I can finally say goodbye.

To the grave you take with you,

every ounce of my pain.

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