Date: 4-8-2024
Brooke's p.o.v
As clear as a sunny day,
pain never goes away.
Suicide makes this fray
to disappear for good.
Hanging from the sky,
how is the view from there?
Unconscious, pretend to be
butterfly in this twilight zone.
Who knew doomsday would
come now instead of later on?
Hanging from the sky, inhale
and exhale heaven forever.
