Suicide, I Guess
You've brought me up from my bloody knees,
and thrown me up to share in your breeze.
Your love shocked me like a Pikachu.
But I'm so pissed I can't stand to look at you.
I don't know what you expected after your poem,
after you read mine, invading my privacy.
My poems are my soul on paper, only I can show 'em.
Know why? S'because that's private!
Also, I'm happy, but I'm not; it's not enough.
I needed - I need it, but it's not enough: your love.
But soon we'll have exactly what I need.
You'll see; oh, everyone will see. ...