The Pain Plane

I walked out of the restaurant
a flashback coming to mind
it was a memory to haunt
it was a sight to make me blind

I remember boarding the plane
asking my daughter Jane
if she was going to go insane

she was excited, as for it was her first trip
but she had something in store for her
and it was nail biting story along with a quivering lip

hours went by as we sat on the plane
I look at my daughter who was sleeping away

we hit a bit of turbulence causing her to wake up
she looked at me and smiled causing my heart to erupt

just then the plane dropped from the sky
I close my eyes and asked God why

Jane tried to grab me while she cried
but when the plane hit the ground, she died

I looked over to see my baby dead
she lied there with blood on her face and a droopy head

I searched for my husband and my son
they were all the way in aisle number one

I called for them and they responded back
I knew then that they were okay and in tact

I freed myself from the hold of my seatbelt
I kneeled next my daughter and yelped

I cried at a pain in my arm
I look below me and sobbed in alarm

I kissed her chubby cheek
and held her for awhile
I took one last look at her
and did my best to smile

I reached my husband and son to cut them free
i fled the plane and towards the sea

i dove in the water,
still remembering my daughter,
tried to drown sorrows away
I didn't want to live anymore today

my husband grabbed my arm and tugged me above the surface
he looked me in the eye and asked sadly "what's the purpose?"

we started a fire on the beach
I went to look for food
I returned within reach
and my eyes were glued

"where's our son" I asked him
he looked at the fire warily not replying to my question

"he went to get food for us to survive"
I nodded in response and just set my mind aside

he hadn't returned for awhile now
I began searching high and low
I asked God why and how?
I turned my head back to the firely glow

it dawned on me
I'd eaten my own flesh and blood
I then went blind and couldn't see
from all the tears, my eyes had flood

I grabbed a stick and beat my husband to death
I took out my sadness, happiness, and my wrath

I felt sweet, vibrant, and alive
it was wrong but it felt so right

coming back to the present day I sniffled a bit
I'd been through so much and I was done with the sh*t

I put the gun to my head and said my goodbyes
I heard people scream with pleas and cries

as I pulled the trigger I thought about the plane
then the bullet went straight through my brain