The rain fell harder that night I drove home alone in July. I couldn't tell between the rain or the tears in my eyes. It was all a blur as I realized I saw your face, I saw your smile, I lost control of the wheel ‘til my knuckles bled. I’m calling out your name but no one heard me scream, “God please save me.” Cause I don’t want to fall, and I can’t take anymore. The tree around the bend was calling out my name, like branches to hands begging to take me away. But I ran and always looked back. I always looked back. I always fucking looked back. I often think of the night I drove home alone, swerving back and forth down the street from home. Some nights I wish I hit that tree so death could take me away and finally go to sleep.