She always knew she would play the game.
She never thought it might kill her brain.
She lit up candels when she was feeling low
And watched the guys playing pool, through her window.
She often ate salad 'cause it's supposedly healthy.
But then, she had twice as much cake and ended up stressed and guilty.
She always kept condoms in the back of her drawer
But they usually expired before being of any use to her.
Her life was sad, depressing and sick.
She was aware of it but never cared for a kick.
Some said it was because she had some daddy issues.
Well, I think she's only been a self-pitty fool.
She buried herself in her dreams : reality wasn't mellow enough.
For her defense, no one ever taught her that life is rough.
Now she's sitting here, wondering how her life could go by so fast.
Nearly as short as this cigarette lasts...
And while this cancer is rotting her body,
The only way there's left for her to feel, is angry.
Poem written on July, 28, 2009.
She never thought it might kill her brain.
She lit up candels when she was feeling low
And watched the guys playing pool, through her window.
She often ate salad 'cause it's supposedly healthy.
But then, she had twice as much cake and ended up stressed and guilty.
She always kept condoms in the back of her drawer
But they usually expired before being of any use to her.
Her life was sad, depressing and sick.
She was aware of it but never cared for a kick.
Some said it was because she had some daddy issues.
Well, I think she's only been a self-pitty fool.
She buried herself in her dreams : reality wasn't mellow enough.
For her defense, no one ever taught her that life is rough.
Now she's sitting here, wondering how her life could go by so fast.
Nearly as short as this cigarette lasts...
And while this cancer is rotting her body,
The only way there's left for her to feel, is angry.
Poem written on July, 28, 2009.
