Birthday Candles

When you blow out the candles on a cake, the flame disappears, leaving a spiral of smoke in its path and a very distinct smell. There's just something so magical about how when the singing dies down, you close your eyes, and blow the flame, while you think to your self, all the things you could have and you think quick, because then they ask you what you had wished for . And oh your heart wants so bad to tell them that you wished to be happy. Because you want so badly for happiness. To be able to wake up in the morning and not have to drag our self from that bed. You want so badly to know that you will be safe alone at night when all your thoughts get to you. You want so badly to be crying in the rain and for someone to be able to tell the difference between your tears and the rain. And oh what you wouldn’t give to be able to walk down the street and now have to wonder what others are thinking about your scars. And you want to simply get through the day. And the smell of birthday candles lingers in the air, as you mutter the words "Cant tell, wont come true"