I drive down an empty road.
The only company I have is my music and the voices in my head.
My vision gets blurry, blending in with the darkness that consumes me.
I take every turn to sharp, I press harder on the gas.
My thoughts tell me to slow down, speed up, slow down, speed up.
Turn here.
I grasp the steering wheel, turning towards a dense collection of trees.
I see the light of another car and freeze.
I think back to everyone I care for.
Everyone I have tried to reach out to but was ignored by.
Am I afraid that dying will hurt those I care for or am I scared of dying with no one that cares for me?