Conversation With Dr. Seussicide

Under a red sky, I told her, "I want to die." And how I cry with no concrete reason why and have bad dreams every night, or every other night. I feel sickly, like I am lost at sea. And all the girls I used to know are high on ecstasy, and they're much happier than me, I think. She told me things would pa*s, like the girls who smoke the gra*s, like huffing gas out in the dried-up meadow gra*s, uer stars that shine like gla*s in the sun. And she said, "Would you shoot me in the head?" We shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead. Pa*sed out together in the shed or the bed - I don't recall. I said: "What better way to put myself in my place? What better way to get out of this goddamn place? Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in this f**king place. What better way to put myself in my place?" She said: "Broken hearts are easy to hide. Broken hearts are easy to ignore. see, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks. Look at me, and look at you: 18, and dead - at 16 you were almost dead. Just sleep with me in my bed, and don't say those things you said."