By: Jessica Reader

I'm broken,

My mind has snapped,

hoping that it will come back,

Forever death may seem a knack,

For someone who's been there and back,

For if, I could find what's broken inside,

Life would be so arduous to find, for in many ways

I've seen so many things,

That would make my mind doth sing,

But life, in short,

is broken thus,

So thou shall say do not judge,

Because we all die,

the same In time.