As I get into the car and I shut the door, my heart falls out of my ass and onto the floor. It feels like I'm running, while sitting in place. My chest tightens as my heart starts to race. Fuck I can't breathe I don't know what to do. I'm choked up on my words and it's really hard to hear you. Or me if we're being totally honest, the thought of crashing out is getting harder to resist. But as always we put those thoughts in the back where they belong. But they always come back, it usually doesn't take very long. But as the other cars pass me the urge gets stronger. To jerk the wheel to the left and flip this whole car over. But then I'm reminded by a pretty lady in the sky, that it's not my time yet. It's better not to ask why.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoesíaInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
