i used to hate my birthday. it felt like a mockery. i didn’t want to be alive most days. let a

i used to hate my birthday. it felt like a mockery. i didn’t want to be alive most days. let alone another year. but. what an accomplishment. when life is so precarious. 
365 days of waking up
again.
again.
again.
so much of it wishing i didnt 
but i did 
again.
again.
again.

birthday again ? no problem