Alone

Hey, I wanted you to know I thought this was a really well-written lyric reminiscent of the ______ian ramblings of Mr _______ with some clever half-rhymes too, but it's my policy to give any poem which refers to suicide an automatic zero. The reason I do this is that have good reason to believe that ninety-nine percent of suicidals are just attention-grubbing whiners who think they're fucking Kurdnt Kobbayne or Sylvia Plath and that giving them pity, praise, or any kind of attention at all only encourages their self-aggrandizing gothic tendencies. You say, what the fuck do you know, you fucking asshole? or something along those lines. To which I say, I know more people who've successfully (and unsuccessfully) committed suicide than you, and I've gotten sick to death of it. Don't come barking up my tree on this, I have rabies. Good day.

You sound like a real catch!!