On My 15th Birthday
My birthday has arrived,
I’m 1 year closer to my death;
Getting older again
I don’t feel loved.
What’s with me now?
I’ve got no presents,
Nor celebration
I don’t feel loved
Mom woke me up, asking me
Not to invite too many friends;
Giving me chores to do
I don’t feel loved
I went out to get my towel; dad’s sitting
And sipping a cup of espresso
He ignored me as if I don’t exist,
I don’t feel loved
Bro’s in front of the computer
Busy typing and playing
He never greeted me
I don’t feel loved.
I checked my phone’s inbox,
And guess what,
Some greeted me, but still
I don’t feel loved.
This day was a crap
I’m all alone inside my room
Jotting this down, a gift for myself
I don’t feel loved.
This day is my 15th birthday
And hey, I’m crying as I lay
In my bed; the world betrayed me
Making everyone hate me
I don’t feel loved.
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So I just turned 15. Yiz. That’s true. I’m 1 year closer to my death. Haha.
I made a poem for myself…just some random thoughts up on my brain. Made out of hatred? Guess so.
I don’t want to elaborate anything. The poem says everything that happened this morning. 
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I had a very nice and happy birthday, even though Juliene and Tam are the only guests of my so-called celebration. I had fun with them. The best day, as I call it.
I’m so happy that they come…especially when we talked as if there’s no tomorrow. Had some bonding time with them…
And Juliene, my dearest Boo…gave me a present [ a pouch, book, headband and a letter. ] ! Gee. I can’t help but feel so grateful for those gifts…but I won’t even care if she didn’t give me apresent, her presence made it so.
One of my mom’s friend gave me Nike Bag. I appreciate it.
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Gee. I can’t explain it. Too much happiness may lead to lunacy.
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