My poem called Wat a Ride

Slumped down in my seat 
To caught up in my mind
To think carefully.

 Swerving in an out of lanes,
Tryna get a grip  on reality,
Telling myself that this isnt real.

 Feeling the pressure squeezing my chest,
Tightly, 
Grabbing the steering wheel with all my might,

 Turning to the right,
Just so i don't get hit from the, 
Left,

 Feeling my body jerk,
Back and fourth 
Side to side,

 Feeling the tears,
As they start to burn a permanent trail on my face.

 Back in my head,
Over thinking the decisions,
I made up to this point.

 Hating myself for all the grudges ive held for so long,
With no end in sight.

 Being blinded by the light,
Should i stay, 
Should i go,

 Grasping for air,
Tryna register the sounds in my head, are those voices

 Calling me,
Helping me fight to get back into reality. 

 Mommy,
MOMMY,
MAAAAAAAAA,

 There it goes again
What who is it.
Fighting through the pain trying to respond.

 Help
HELP
HELPPPP

 Screaming out in whispers,
Hoping that whatever whoever it is
Hears me, 
And lead me sane. 

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