Untitled Poem by brandon kosiarski

when i think of life the first thought is death.
when i think of fears my mind is blank.
when i think of happiness i think of my final breath.
when i thought of love my heart did nothing but sank.

i sit here and think about the past.
i sit here and try to find a way out.
i think about how long this pain will last.
i sit here and scream and shout.

as i now lay here wide awake.
my chest hurts and i start to cry.
i start to tremble i start to shake.
i am so hurt and just want to die.

i think of the past and all the pain.
i think of the past and my fist start to pound.
i sit and bleed and it starts to rain.
i start to feel like i am going to drowned.

here i am with the thoughts of death.
here i am all washed away.
i am getting ready for my last breath.
here i am thinking that i don't want to stay.

i sit here waiting for that day.
i sit here wishing it would go away.
i sit here alone thinking of what to say.
if only i had seen a better day.