My party hat is crushing my skull
Elastic cutting into my neck
Instinctively my hand reaches up
It drops down, I resign with a sigh
Pain is now pouring into my heart
Everyone, tries avoiding my eyes
Puddles of wax wait on the icing
For the knife that still sits by its side
The empty folding chairs grow larger
Empty plates start to cruelly taunt
I fight to keep the tears in my throat
' The door is mute', the second-hand laughs
Blank I stare, at the flickering light
As it leaps from ribbon to streamer
I vaguely hear some consoling words
With a smile I rise from my chair
I blow out the candles, shut the door
Door is shut, light is out, say goodbye
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