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Sad birthday for me today and every birthday.

I cry just thinking about it. Why doesn’t anyone care?

Oh I get the simple kind of birthday (someone will call and send cards wish me a happy birthday)

But just once I would I like to be the Birthday girl center of attention, appreciation, and utmost love.

I’d like to feel the excitement of wondering what’s in the gift box.

Or have my favorite meal cooked. A hug a kiss. Just someone to say I love you.

I go to so many parties for so many people I know.

And watch how their loved ones care enough to show some respect.

I get so upset I do not want to go to anyone’s birthday because I am crying on the inside.

I count the days leading up to my birthday and leave simple hints.

I wait with excitement building up to my birthday To be disappointed again.

I give so much to others when is it my turn?

Why can’t someone care enough about me.

Oh I know when Im gone they can think of could of and should of

But by that time it is too late, and then will they finally feel my pain?