Birthdays

It's so close now,

I wish it wasn't,

My birthday.

15,

This year.

Boy,

Has it flown bye.

Its been to hell and back,

Seen things way beyond its few years,

My life.

Birthdays suck,

I've given up on parties,

No one ever came.

I heard the fighting,

Then found her on the floor,

On my birthday.

Soon it shall come,

And leave just as soon.

September 22,

I shall be 15.

So,

I shall say,

After this,

No more birthdays.