Every time I'm in a car I don't feel right.
It's not like I'm sick.
It feels like I'm gonna crash.
And die.

Then I start to think of if I died.
I think of my funeral.
I don't think like everyone else, that no one would care.
I know that there would be people crying there.

Whether they would be missing me,
or if they regret being mean to me.
Even if they loved me.
Everyone would be crying.

What would it be like to die,
would everything just be black?
Would there be a light?
Would it be like a dream or would you just black out?

Then I snap back to real life,
I feel like crying,
thinking of me dieing.
And I realize I never want my life to end.