Year of Pain

For your Birthday I'd give you me,
but then I'm afraid I'll see,
my affections thrown to the side again.
For Christmas I'd give you me,
but by then I'm a memory,
a mistake made by a stupid selfish teen.
For New Years I'd give you me,
but I don't want to see,
the place your new affections lie.
For Valentines I'd give you me,
but my heart will not cease to bleed,
and I do not want the tears to start again.
For Easter I'd give you me,
but I'm afraid to be,
putting my heart out for you to see.
For my Birthday I'd give you me,
but now I'm afraid I believe,
that all you want is to hurt me dreadfully.
For Halloween I'd give you me,
but it is, I believe,
a day I can be someone other than me.
For Thanksgiving I'd give you me,
but I don't want to see,
you being thankful for someone other than me.
For your birthday I'd give you me,
but by then, hopefully,
you won't be someone worthy of my heart.
For Christmas I'd give you me,
but by then, hopefully,
my heart will be mine once again.
But sadly I don't believe,
it will be that easy for me.