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| No one said happy birthday to me |
| by Chelsey Lynn |
I woke up this sunny morning
So excited and ablaze
Quietly sneaking down the stairs
Preparing to hear a “Happy Birthday!”
But every piece a furniture in my house
Sits stiff and still
I start to feel less excited
I start to feel less thrilled
I see my dad sleeping on the couch
With still his coffee in his hand
By the look on his tiresome face
I knew no surprise was planned
I walk into the kitchen
Mama was knocked out on the floor
Had whiskey and beer bottles around her
So much for not drinking anymore
I went back up the stairs to my sister’s room
Where her and her man lay
They were making out in her bed
And all this time I really thought he was gay
So I peak my head in my brother’s room
Smoke filled his disgusting room
I didn’t even remind him it was my birthday
I just tossed him body spray and a broom
I crawled back in my bed in my room
Wishing to get a call from a friend
I prayed to the good lord above
Could he please let me wake up again?
Am I not loved by my family?
For them to say two words to me
I mean its only two simple words
I’m not asking them to say three
I go on through out the day
My family to cracked up to be nice
I hope my mom and dad get arrested
And I hope my brother and sister get head lice
I make them cards and presents for their birthdays
That gets thrown away that same night
But they can’t even wish me a happy day
Without putting up a fight
I’m only turning fourteen
And I’d rather give up on life
No kids for my future
No becoming a wife
No one cares about me
I don’t want a birthday no more
It sucks no one said “happy birthday”
I just thought that’s what family was for
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