I get really edgy, I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.
I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
**Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day. **
^^
The two oxymoronic stanzas, the first one being at the height of negative extremism and quite not my type; the positive chronology of the two is that the last one is a cure of the first and hence is at the end because whatever comes later is always good what has happened before