Life is going to fast, death is coming quick then I expect. I’m trying to slow down, my brake ain’t working. I’m going to crash and I’m not coming out of this alive. I’m alone in this car ride There isn’t anyone now to safe me. Even if I had brakes my life would spin out of control. I guess there no coming back after this.
I need a break from life. I don’t wanna grow up to fast. P.S im new poetry and I know it isn’t the best sorry.