The car is loud, filled with radio waves. Night is dark and there's million thoughs running through my head.Racing, Racing...uncontrollably racing.

So much shit it's so hard to bare. All the pain, deception, and dispare. "AGONY!"

This pain it rips at my chest! Oh how it hurst and it's hard to breath. It's even harder to care. This neverending fear of becoming like her. Three children, no father, nothing made of myself.

It's a child's nightmare to be like their parents, then we fight it and grow up "different." The funny reality is we're all the same. We just try and block it out of ourminds so that we thing we've succeeded.

So I speed wondering what I could do different. I wonder what I could do wrong.So many different things could lead to one fault.

Music still spills from the speakers. So loud you can't even make out the lyrics. Some how though you know it fits te mood. The loud tempo of the drums, the heavy distortion of the guitar. The singer is singing something to relate to but without any idea you relate.

Music will be what drives you insane. It will bring back the memories you want to forget. It will make you feel as though everyone feels the same. How then are we different when we can relate?

Another though that drills through my head. 

The least of my worries is the road up ahead. When in reality it should be my first priority since it could be my death.

Funny, funny, funny though crosses my mind, do I really think this life is mine. "what if it's all just a lie?"

What if somone's reading my story and I'm being forced to drive?

Funny, ooh how funny that would be, it's like a mad man saying that the UFO's abducted me.

Sadly all things must come to an end so the car veers from the street and I am impailed by a tree.

All the thoughts quickly leave my head.  

Except one...the face of the one I love. Funny when I said I hated him I thought I was right. Now I'll never tell him I'm sorry and yes he was right.