Hatred Of My Birthday

Sad reminders. And no it's not my birthday. Just memories flooding my senses.

I really with an outstanding passion

dispised my birthday every year.

I managed to survive and lived

another so-called year yet again.

As they were just reminders.

I had last another year.

On this planet called earth.

All the hurt, pain and suffering.

I had to endure to last yet again

another sufferable existence.

I really did despise being alive

and wished most days.

I had never been born.

All the beatings

all the sexual abuse.

I had to tolerate.

It really did screw me up

big time in my head and heart.

I was even lucky. If they noticed me

most days. Outwith the suffering they

put me through.

On my birthday. I was so-called lucky if

I got a card or even a sweety. ie candy bar

let alone a colouring-in book with pencils.

It just instilled in me. How lonely. 

I was and that no one actually really cared

at all about me.

I was hurting so badly. So turned to food to

fill the void of the pain and discomfort

I felt.

And to give me something to love me

and care about me. I ate to console myself.

How sad and true. These reminders come to my

minds eyes today and those feelings and needs.

And I write this out loud.

I want to cry and be comforted without food.

But by a human being who actually loves me just for me being simple me D.

Reviews

[Olivia]

I hate my birthday too. Even with everybody wishing me i cry on every birthday. I don't know why it is i just don't know. Well atleast i can say i feel for you too.

[Onlyme]

Feel for you also Olivia. hug.

[Dave Brown]

It's bad enough getting older each year but celebrating it does seem a bit questionable
Hang in

[Onlyme]

No, i am on about when a kid. Not know.

[Wild Rose]

I just hate birthdays because it marks a year older and pressies I don't really want or need

I only want them to be with me without the fuss
Time to be together

For you sadly it bring back hurtful memories

[Onlyme]

I really do hate them. Due to those sad memories. Just felt I need to get them out in this poem. I can relate to feeling older. Regards pressies. Sadly not. Thanks for the comments and thoughts Wild Rose. Hugs.

[Wild Rose]

I Understand > But lost for words

[Wild Rose]

I hate the fuss > I hate Christmas for the fuss

[Onlyme]

Your like me. I hate Christmas. Just horrible memories for me.