Suicide Note

I sit here and write this sad poem,
And think of you, so cool,
When all I have is pain and gloom,
To be with you, your pool.

Which method is best, I ponder?
And think of failed thoughts,
Slit wrists or swallow pills?
To be accepted, NOT!

I've pursued when I was younger,
Your kind didn't want me,
When my idealism boomed,
Now I cry with envy.

Would your social group so miss me,
If I drowned in the bath?
With the radio plugged in then,
Made fun of, brunt of wrath!

I'm physically ill over you,
Crawling back to my cave,
Think of all the men you have screwed,
And turned down, at the rave.

I sit here and ponder in pain,
Would I be those spurned men?
I know you are out of my league,
Should I save meds again?

I sit here and see you going up,
In your social circle,
When I am a social island,
A nerd, just like Urkel.

What's the point of my existence,
If I can't make hot love?
No woman wants me, to my grave,
He fits you like a glove.

All I want is validation,
From a girl like you,
Do not want no condemnation,
But it's you I watch screw.

Would the world miss me, slit arms,
A dark point in my life,
I could leave a suicide note,
Before I slit, a knife!

I lay in bed, at 6 AM,
While you cease partying,
And can't sleep, you haunt my psyche,
Facing death and shaking!

I see you have a nice cute face,
Win a guy so over,
Would I finally win in death?
Lights out, darkness, over!

(An obsessively dark, morbid poem about a crush and a probable suicide note)