another year but the number

doesn't feel any better

maybe the candles will

make me want to weather 

am i only a bitter pastime

for future me to retell 

or will it not get any better

trapped in my old shell 

can i keep on 

will i even get to try 

does anyone feel this way

i don’t want to pry 

days blur together 

breaths out of reach 

is this just a chore 

a poisonous leech 

without the will 

how can i celebrate

once was my favorite

now would easily erase

but it’s not about me

how silly to say 

done out of righteousness

a really lonesome day