17 candles.

March 26, 2012
By Anonymous

On my birthday,
I'll wish for you.

I know it won't happen,
Because it would be too right.

I want to say 'I miss you',
But I see no point.

I feel the emptiness inside,
The pain of you not being here.

You'll never see me cry,
Or miss the sound of my voice.

You pushed and shoved,
Until I finally broke.

Never caring,
Always swearing.

It can't be erased,
Forgiven nor forgotten.

Screaming, court and lawyers
Couldn't change anything.

And still...

On my birthday,
I'll wish for you.

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