pity party

it wouldn’t be my birthday
if i didn’t cry in my bed
twenty three and sad

anyway

you didn’t care to
see me today
everything’s wrong
and i’m done feeling blue
please get out of my life
for good

my therapist would not approve
my self-destructive mood
that’s why i wanna quit her
i can’t express myself any longer

am i into girls? or into
solitude? i don’t even know
what is going on

i just know that i don’t fit in
anywhere
i wish i was dead
i swear