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10 minutes later, you are left in the middle of nowhere, stranded with questions you probably won’t get the answer to.
This is most likely a heartbreak you won’t forget.
Then your mind goes blank; everything fades black.
This is the only time your conscience is left speechless.
You can’t predict what you’ll do next.
You are left with flashbacks and questions like “What did I do wrong?”
20 minutes later, you get left with deeper questions about if you were ever even loved, and the questions only get deeper.
30 minutes later, you are scrolling through older texts, missing the feeling you felt when you first got the text.
You are looking at older videos and smiling at what it was.
And then thats when a voice enters your head, your very first voice. It’s all around you, loud, but quiet at the same time, it only says two words… “Do it.” You stumble back wondering where it came from, you try and try to listen, but… nothing.
40 minutes later, you can’t physically cry anymore… you feel numb almost, but feeling everything at the same time.
You try to find light in the void, but it’s just dark.
You pick up a pill bottle filled with pills, staring, contemplating if you should just take them all, but instead, you scramble through your coping skills and decide to go out for a drive instead of taking the pills…
50 minutes later, you are driving at night and it’s busy, but not busy.
It must’ve been no surprise that you have a really fast bike you are riding.
You turn until you enter a highway, you try to keep your mind blank, but then… the break-up crosses your mind, resulting in you increasing the throttle gradually.
You are officially going slightly faster than other cars at 80 mph. Then all the sudden, a voice says “you’ll never be good enough,” then you feel yourself drop to 4th gear and increase the throttle, now you find yourself going 95 mph. And going much faster than other cars. Then you start dodging and weaving cars like never before.
Then another voice says “She never cared,” now you feel yourself go into 5th gear and increase throttle a lot, until you are going 130 mph. And dodging and weaving becomes a harder task.
Then a picture of her enters your mind, causing you to close your eyes for a split second and scream, and for a split second you realize when the voice said “Do it,” you know there was no escape, then before you knew it, you crash into the back of a car, sending you flying through the air and then hitting the ground and sliding and rolling on the ground.
Then a few moments later, you meet your death eye to eye, face to face.
This is most likely a heartbreak you won’t forget.
Then your mind goes blank; everything fades black.
This is the only time your conscience is left speechless.
You can’t predict what you’ll do next.
You are left with flashbacks and questions like “What did I do wrong?”
20 minutes later, you get left with deeper questions about if you were ever even loved, and the questions only get deeper.
30 minutes later, you are scrolling through older texts, missing the feeling you felt when you first got the text.
You are looking at older videos and smiling at what it was.
And then thats when a voice enters your head, your very first voice. It’s all around you, loud, but quiet at the same time, it only says two words… “Do it.” You stumble back wondering where it came from, you try and try to listen, but… nothing.
40 minutes later, you can’t physically cry anymore… you feel numb almost, but feeling everything at the same time.
You try to find light in the void, but it’s just dark.
You pick up a pill bottle filled with pills, staring, contemplating if you should just take them all, but instead, you scramble through your coping skills and decide to go out for a drive instead of taking the pills…
50 minutes later, you are driving at night and it’s busy, but not busy.
It must’ve been no surprise that you have a really fast bike you are riding.
You turn until you enter a highway, you try to keep your mind blank, but then… the break-up crosses your mind, resulting in you increasing the throttle gradually.
You are officially going slightly faster than other cars at 80 mph. Then all the sudden, a voice says “you’ll never be good enough,” then you feel yourself drop to 4th gear and increase the throttle, now you find yourself going 95 mph. And going much faster than other cars. Then you start dodging and weaving cars like never before.
Then another voice says “She never cared,” now you feel yourself go into 5th gear and increase throttle a lot, until you are going 130 mph. And dodging and weaving becomes a harder task.
Then a picture of her enters your mind, causing you to close your eyes for a split second and scream, and for a split second you realize when the voice said “Do it,” you know there was no escape, then before you knew it, you crash into the back of a car, sending you flying through the air and then hitting the ground and sliding and rolling on the ground.
Then a few moments later, you meet your death eye to eye, face to face.
This poem revisits the growing number of motorcycle and car crashes and deaths from the cause of heartbreak and what it is like when you feel you have no control of what you are doing. Remember... this poem is not inspiring people to do this kind of stuff, when you are going through something like this, you have to remember that you are cared for and loved by people, it might just not feel like it, and driving fast and overdosing is NOT the way to go about it. When you are going through something like this you can always ask for help from other people or reach me through Instagram @704_smt. I hope you enjoy this poem.
