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You're awake, why?

It's getting late, why?

It's almost midnight..

Sad birthday.

You're kinda hopeful, why?

There's no stars in the sky.

You checked your phone, why?

Sad birthday.

Nihilistic holidays and morphine bliss,

I'd sell your soul to Satan to get rid of this.

You hold onto your dreams of recovery,

And keep yourself wondering.. Why?

My heart is beating, why?

Pretending I'm alive.

It's always do or die.

Sad birthday.

My wrists are bleeding, why?

My heart is stopping, why?

My mouth, it forms a smile.

Happy birthday.