A car drives down the road
And it’s carrying a heavy load
HELP ME
The road is life
My dear cruel wife
The car is me
On the count of three
WHERE AM I
I am no longer in control
Because I sold my soul
Now someone else is driving
I CAN’T MOVE
And they are thriving
I am locked
I’m being blocked
I can’t get out
I TRY TO SHOUT….
Nothing
I try pushing
The darkness
I CAN’T SEE
Oh how the harshness
Squeezes my lung
Please I am too young
I DON’T WANT TO DIE
My breath is trapped
My lips are chapped
HELP ME
A coldness slowly engulfs me
WHY
All I can do is plea
PLEASE, I’M SCARED
I let out a final scream
FIND ME
As this all feels like a dream...
And I finally realize…..
I’M IN THE TRUNK