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Why can't I make him as happy as he makes me?

He always wants to commit suicide.

I'm apparently nothing to him,

If he wants to tear me apart inside.

Causing me to plead for my death,

As he consistently talks about his.

He can't come to me,

Unfortunatley,

So he must kill himself,

And send me for the ride of my death.

Secrets spreading,

Never reaching me,

And he's surprised that I'm upset.

He can spread things around,

Hope that I won't find out,

And confess it all in the end.

Hide and go seek is not my game,

Especially to find his hidden secrets.

Tell them to me upfront,

And stop hiding things from me.

It's not helping me trust you,

But makes me keep things to myself,

So don't expect to know everything about me,

When you lie all around me.