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A Poem written by Go-Go Rach
in
October 2010
LIFE SUCKS. THEN YOU DIE
Some of us just suck oxygen.
That's what I do.
I suck oxygen, mixed with smoke.
LOTS OF IT.
LOTS OF IT.
While I spew. Spew. Spew.
About how PISSED I am at life.
AND HOW MUCH PEOPLE SUCK.
A CHILD in a grown up body.
That is me.
I use tools that FAIL ME.
I know they're BROKEN.
So. Am. I.
So. Am. I.
Yet, I try.
OVER AND OVER.
I SET MYSELF UP.
For disappointment.
It NEVER ends
For disappointment.
It NEVER ends
Hit me.
Harder.
Hit ME.
Harder.
Hit ME.
HIT ME. HIT ME. HIT ME, PLEASE.
I love it.
I LIVE FOR IT.
I EXPECT IT.
I am a fool.
Such a FOOL.
It doesn't take much to trick me.
Even though I SHOULD know better.
Even though I KNOW.
Life SUCKS. Then YOU DIE.
You say you NEED me?
Tell me what I want to hear.
That's all it takes.
WORDS.
Life SUCKS. Then YOU DIE.
Some of us just SUCK oxygen.
I SUCK it with SMOKE.
LOTS OF IT.
LOTS OF IT.
xxx
As I wait for it to END.
BRING IT.
xo
xo
I found this tonight, while I was going through draft posts. I wrote this a few weeks after I moved back in with CUNTESSA aka my "mother" for the last time. Thank God, I found myself and LOST HER.
'Till Next Time!
'Till Next Time!