I like to write so I wrote a fake verse to Stan by Eminem. It’s stupid, I know but it’s way to release how I feel because I have no one to talk too.

As I wake up in the morning, I see the world that I’m in.

And how I’m not the carefree Jeremy that I used to have been.

I hate seeing life sober that’s why I take these hallucinogens.

As I put the knife to the skin I’m beginning to grin.

And my patience with this life has become paper thin.

I feel like I’m broken like poor little nemo’s fin.

Now the gun’s to my temple and im counting down from ten.