Vent poetry

(I'm not putting a warning for this read at your risk. bye.)

I see you lying on the floor

I envy you, Every time i see you

More and more i think

that i can't be you

I wish we could trade places

yet i am just a person

a spade in a cloud of aces

i wanna put myself in a hearse, and

My brain is just a endless space

and my life is based off waste

left over from the trash that heaven

dropped and threw away

but you are a god among beings

although you're so small

you are just an animal

but i envy you.

Let me take your life

and curl up into a ball

please let me be me

just a bunny. i'm just so so small.