Caution Tape

Flood of burning rubber
I'll check my tires and soon realize it's just my wheel from the grip that my hands had
You could call me sad
But I'm not sure that one word brings justice to this amalgamation of emotions
That cause me to scream at my windshield
Or the way that my hands feel
Pushing speed limits to new a level, but not so much to reveal the fact
That the mass that's followed by those black tracks was intentional
Everybody knows it was inevitable

I feel like a kid
Tossing a toy
That's too far gone from being functional
I know I can be way too emotional
I'm telling you my body and my brain aren't too compatible
So I'll sever this relationship, like every person I ever loved
Like every friend that's hung from above
Again with absolute zero closure
In the mean time trying to keep my composure

Lately the issue hasn't been feeling numb
But this perpetual cycle of wanting to
A sensory overload leading to endorphine treason
A longing for what once was there, maybe never there but forever there in my mind
Because this sadness deep inside isn't truly about my lack of experience
But everything about my entire existence