Confetti and Silence ( poem ) ( repost from spacehey )

I scrubbed my hands,
not because they were dirty —
just needed something to do.
Put on a party hat like an idiot.
Bendy-themed, of course. Real cute.

I reserved the space.
Sent the invites.
Triple-checked the time.
Even taped up a banner.
Because maybe this time... maybe.

The balloon arch deflated by noon.
Nobody noticed.
Nobody was there to.

Pizza got cold faster than I did.
Siblings hovered like vultures
waiting to leave,
already arguing about tokens
and who got the last slice.

I racked up points in skee-ball
like they meant something.
Turned them in for a sticky hand
and silence.

Music blasted.
Too loud for one person,
too quiet to hide the echo
of being stood up.

I lit the candles myself.
Stared at them too long.
Made a wish I don’t believe in
and let the wax pool.

One picture.
One smile.
One more lie for the family album.

I cleaned up my own party
like it was a mess I deserved.
Like maybe I’d asked for this.
Like maybe I should’ve known better.

It’s fine.
It’s just another day, right?
A birthday’s just a number.
Just a rented room.
Just another empty table.

Just me.
And a Bendy doll no one could take from me.
And a grin
I keep wearing
until it cracks.