Unbirthday
To exist, is to excruciate.
Wish I could get through
like an ordinary day
which in itself is extraordinary.
Wish I could suspend
the memories in some medium
and lie dormant alongside.
Wish I could doze off
in a deep slumber
hoping I do not wake up.
I can only wish.
When every day is an anguish
why then one has to be special?
Especially, the day that perpetuated it.
Why do we even celebrate
when the why is still being figured out?
The greatest gift one can get
after being born is to become unborn.
But unfortunately, this is unattainable.
And so, we look forward to the Savior,
Death.
- Maddie
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