I begged him to slow down, he was driving so fast.
The mileage started to count higher, the tyres started burning down.
He thought it was a game, he just laughed and looked away.
How could someone who said he loved me put both our lives at risk?
At this point I started screaming and tugging on his arm,
“Slow down just please slow down!”
The rush must have gone to his head, I knew he shouldn't have taken them all.
Weed, poppers, mixing alcohol the lot.
Tears streaming from my eyes, why when he saw me did he only laugh?
Why didn't he notice my agony, my agony of losing both our lives.
Was his life so bad at home? Was there something he wasn't telling me about our love life? Did he actually love me anymore?
I couldn't see in front of me anymore the light that led our way,
It disappeared when the car cut out and we went skidding down the bank,
I remember the second I screamed and my stomach became empty.
Flying through the air I screamed “what have you done?”
I turned to him to see the look on his face he smiled and said “I….”
Then as we hit something on the way down I heard nothing and his voice just faded away…….
But to this day I often think about what he tried to say. I remember all the things he said to me and the one thing he used to say……..“I LOVE YOU”.
