Birthday

"Today's your birthday..." you say to yourself.

You get dressed and head downstairs with a smile plastered on your face.

You are greeted by your family and give hugs.

Your sneeky little brother takes your phone and you go into a chase.

Afterwards, you go into the bathroom and take your prescripton drugs.

Then you place the bottlle back on the shelf.

You go for a drive.

Your friends soon arive.

They all have fun,

you eat some cake, 

and open some presents.

 They all leave, 

 you are a fake.

 Fun? You had none.

 To you, your parents are pesents.

 You go to bed.

 You are awakened by a shatter,

 but you stay in bed.

 Bad choice, Dane,

 Now your Covered in red.