I wrote this in my early teen years. So it is really rough! I'm not changing anything on it. Just thought I'd share it on here. Sorry if you don't like it...Ahem... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Today is my birthday. But just like the other birthdays that have come and gone, I do not recieve presents, cake, no song, not even love. Instead I celebrate my birthday in the cold, dark empty basement. My guests are the occasional cockroaches and spiders that scurry around the floor and walls. The only light I'd get is through a window at the far side of the basement. From there I can see kids playing. The laughter of the kids is a sign of happiness. But now it's covered by some wood. I slowly start fading from life. I try to save my food. It doesn't come three times a day now. Just once in awhile. Another year passes and it is my birthday again. I am now six years old. I sit crouched in a corner with the cobwebs, singing my own version of the birthday song. The basement door opens. Someone calls from the top of the stairs, mommy. I let out a small noise to let her know where Iam. She comes down, something shiny and large is held up high above her head. Happy Birthday Katie she whispers, then pain shoots through me. I quickly become extremely sleepy, I shall nap. A nap that will last a long time. Happy Birthday to me.