Fuck My Birthday/My Birthday Is Probably Gon

Fuck My Birthday It’s my birthday again Another year has passed me by I’m still sitting in the same position And I’m wondering why It seems like my only solution Is getting high But all it does Is cause my brain cells to fry People say it’s my birthday And that I should be happy When in reality I feel a little snappy Honestly please tell me What should I be happy for? It seems like in my face Somebody is always slamming the door That should be enough pain for you to interpret Need I say anymore? I don’t even know Who is keeping score People just pick me up And bite me to the core Then they wipe their mouths with napkins And they just drop me to the floor People please come on In person I’m really scrawny You should have no fucking reason To fucking pick on me There is nothing special about my birthday It’s just a regular day That is my theory And that’s how it’s gonna stay I didn’t get anything for Christmas And yes I was upset But at least as far as gifts go I can know what to expect My Birthday Is Probably Gonna Suck Well look at that This is the fourth poem in a row Today is my birthday But I don’t give a fuck so I don’t fucking feel good about myself Nobody cares about me The only ones that do care Are my fucking family I hate my life It doesn’t mean a thing And only I truly understand What my life means There is nothing in my life That satisfies me Except for my best friend Jon And posting my blog for everyone to see They both bring A very calming feeling to my soul They allow me to relax And allow the good side of me to unfold But anyways I hope That this day turns out well Fuck you guys Y’all can go to hell