A hidden love
Some secret compassion
Overcome with sadness of the news that was just laid upon me
This being the cause
The tragedy at the end being the effect

Pardon these next few lines
They may seem choked
And pardon me while I guzzle down some bleach
Clear my body of all traces of you
Clear you of all traces of me

The burning sensation of this depression
It should not be confused with the burning sensation
That which is caused by the bleach
As it flows down my throat
And coats my stomach

Such shit words

Such unfathomable words
Such a thing spoken that I cannot believe
Is it true?
Or is my suicide a preemptive strike to end this pain