You crossed out your eyes
in a blush of shame.
You had an itch to keep scratching.

A sweet-tempered personality
is always mournful.
Your cheeks blossom cherry-colored.

Complementary, out-dated
medicine,
so convenient and temporary.
Take a sample as an example for
the bullet resting in your skull.

Your expression's blue.
You're cold as smoke.
I can't help you out of your life.

My words are outdated and low.
I've spent to years on suicide watch.

Save this feeling!
I know you're strong.
Just hold on a few more days
and you'll be okay.