Here Lies The Waste

What was I thinking?
Well that was the thing. Right now I wasn’t thinking.
My brain left my mind days ago. My head was just a hollow shell filled with confusion.
This was all of my fault - I’m not a bad person, at least that’s what I have been telling myself for the past couple of hours.

I was running away from it all. And in a way so was she.
Each mile I drove, the less of a burden it was becoming.
I couldn’t go back there.
Not after what I had done.
They’d find me, and take me away.

My hands were firmly wrapped around the leather steering wheel.
The atmosphere filled with smoke and two scared minds.
My lips tightly holding a cigarette in place.
I don’t know where we are gonna end up.
Just as long as it’s far away from there.
It was an accident..

And it all happened from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Even though I Intended on being in that place at that time.
But when I think about it now.
What I did.
I helped save someone’s life. Not necessarily from death - but from a trauma itself.
Even if I had to make a sacrifice in the process.
I couldn’t let it happen.
But. An accident It was.

It all started to come together about two weeks ago.
When we had started talking in some stupid lesson.
When the friendship formed.
And when the problem had started..

It was clear in my head.
The smoke had been taken away from the air and purified it right there and then.
All the memories and the feelings where rushing in my mind.
Clear as rain. Every conversation sticking out - Playing like an old movie repetitively in my mind.
Just like it happened yesterday.
Which ironically.
It did.