TRAGIC Poem: Wake-Up, by Breanna Johnson

The sun isn’t always going to shine.
Rain is going to fall, like teardrops from the sky.

The pain her words felt left scars on my heart.
Alone in silent agony.

Cigarette lit, pills popped, blood drips, tears fall.
I close my eyes, but not to wake up at all.

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