We F*****g SuckA Poem by Indra's ChildWe all f*****g suck. Should this even the field? WE ALL F*****G SUCK.Narcissistic drivers at the head of the car crash, F**k you, you aren't as good as me, Weighing self importance over mutual acceptance Becoming mutual destruction, forming the legions, regions, reign of terror, feigning flare And, F**K YOU! You're too different to ever be the same, yet too boring to ever stand out You don't even know what you're about, faking your own death a million times, agony becomes lust; Lust becomes unfulfilled desire Desire turns to depression in the hands of a victim, F**K YOU!! For being the victim. F**K YOU!! For creating more victims. F**K YOU!! For pretending you don't miss it Like the tired rest, and the happy smile, Yet the fire consumes until there is nothing left But crackling carbon molecules almost saddened to know, That they won't be nearly as lucky to go Along with the burn out. But, as it turns out, We all f*****g die.
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StatsAuthorIndra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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