Flowers for my Birthday

I feel funny being here without him. Life is not right celebrating without him. I go through the emojis knowing I have to live without him. That sucks.

I'm smiling, am I pretending?
I'm laughing, am I hating?
I'm crying, am I hurting?
I'm here without him.

I am here, yet I still feel alone. It's my birthday, but I won't get my flowers from him, not even a card, from him, not even a goodbye from him, but it's my birthday.

Although I am celebrating me, without him, I have to still move on, without him.