I wish I were wasted,

I wish I were high,

Death, I’ve tasted,

But this hell is where I lie.

I’d rather be dead,

Maybe either God or Devil

Can fix my head,

Because it’s far from level.

Hate myself,

Want to die,

I’ll shoot myself

Before I let one eye of mine cry.

(Not a vent poem btw I just thought of it hahahaha I’m fine though)