*before I write, I wanted you guys to know, todays my birthday :) and this poem just came to mind. I know this is all supposed to be my original inner thoughts, but I give full credos to the original author. It's not mine, but I feel is an exception :)*
A Birthday Gift
She lived a life of solitude.
She lived a life in vain.
She lived a life in which there was
A strong, ongoing pain.
She had no friends on which to lean
And cry her problems to.
She had no friends to give her live
And hope and kindness too.
She thought about it day and night;
She lay upon her bed.
Her mind made up, she grabbed a gun
And put it to her head.
Just then a ring came from the phone.
She pulled the gun away.
Her mom was on the other end
And wanted just to say,
"Happy Birthday, my dear girl.
Today is just for you.
I care for you with all my heart,
I hope you know that's true."
The words ran through her mind so much.
The gun was down for good.
She changed her mind about her life
And then she changed get mood.
She thought about this special day
And what her mom had said.
The gift her mom gave her that day
Was the gift of life again.
~Thad Langenberg
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PoetryThis book is seriously emotional and contains my thoughts and feelings when I need to let them out. Those who can't handle emotional things, should leave...ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ON ME ALRIGHT!? ANY DUPLICATION, YOU'LL BE PROSECUTED. SERIOUSLY.
