I feel empty just like this bottle.
I just need some sort of an escape or open the throttle.
Its not like I had the greatest role model.
The faster I go the less I feel.
Even the sparks are coming off the wheel.
The alcohol I drink has my soul and it can steal.
I need something to not be in pain.
I don’t see anything to gain.
When the engine accelerates it has my heart.
Or maybe I’ll just fall apart.
This feeling overwhelms my mind.
Sometimes the people that can see are so blind.
I know I shouldn’t drink.
Or I shouldn’t even care or wink.
There could be a possibility I’ll even sink.
Down that gravel road and fly.
And with no worries and say goodbye.
Taillights are fading in the distance
The dirt reminiscing in the air for instance.
I could explain it all.
But all I truly do is just fall.
I cant seem to ever be strong.
Or atleased not for long.
I just wish that I could just drive.
Or make someone happy so they can just strive.
I guess that won’t happen but thats okay.
Time to go on for another day.
Poetry