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.