Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday To Me

A Poem by Apebble

Letting go isn’t as easy

As everyone makes it seem.

Breaking apart comes more naturally,

To this dilapidated heart.

 

I build myself up,

So that I have something to destroy.

An aim to tempt me into living,

A dream of a damn worth giving.

 

These are the pieces of a half life,

I no longer recognize.

Did I wake up,

Just to watch me die?

 

I’d say I was broken,

If it didn’t seem so cliché.

But that’s all life has become-

A platitude that isn’t even wise.

 

A mind that’s forgotten to think,

And a heart that’s neglected every dream.

Like a lion that refuses to hunt,

Lying there, waiting to die.

 

Why do I hold on to fickle things,

When I know people always leave?

Why do I let go of fickle things,

While they’re still by my side?

 

These pieces I hold,

Aren’t me anymore.

Neglected and perverted.

Tormented and obscured.

 

Happy birthday to me,

Happy birthday to me.

Happy birthday dearest loner,

Happy birthday to me…

© 2017 Apebble


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Hi all :) I go by apebble, but you can call me almost any variation of apebble you wish (peb, pebs, pebbles, ape, etc.)...just don't call me apple :P As for myself as a writer: I write generally.. more..

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