Happy Birthday by Cally Larson

Yesterday was my deathday.
There was no party with presents.
Mum didn't bake me a cake.
There wasn't a circle around the day on anyone's calendars.

Except for mine.

Some people think we choose the day we're born.
Maybe I did.
Those same people think we can't choose the day you die.
But I did.

Tomorrow would have been your birthday.
There was going to be a party with presents.
Mum was going to bake you a cake.
There was a circle around the day on everyone's calendars.

Except for mine.

Some people think I went to hell.
Maybe I did.
Those same people think I'll never be happy.
But I am.

Because I took you down with me in the car.
And we'll never fight again.
Or feel again.
And no one will know why.

Except for me.

Happy birthday Darren.