One thought
and that was death
nothing seemed to
haunt my mind
except for death
how tired I am
how worn out I am
I'm scared to open
my eyes every day
and start breathing

my thoughts are so loud
they tune out
the sounds of birds
my eyes are so dark
they block
the shades of green
and how would I
tell my mother
that this all started
when I was sixteen
that my mind
is like a machine
it works
and it works
and it works
and never stops

one thought
and that was death
please listen to my thoughts
as I have no choice
but to listen to my own

you don't understand
how easy it was for me
to fall out of love
with life
and how could I pray
to the God
who gave me a life
I no longer want

one thought
and that was death
I'm just waiting
to take my last breath
and get this all over with