Roadtrip

I stayed on this bus a long while.
Till way past my fare
ran out.
I don't really know where I'm going
Neither
do I care much? Anymore.

Because I had no
control.

It kept stopping suddenly so I
stayed.
On the bus? I want to get off?
Don't know.
But I don't like
Where I've been taken.
The sky is
darker and each street.
Is a dead ended and I hear
people.
In the road but I can't see their faces
But
they're still stamping on my organs.
And it hurts as I stare
up at tower blocks
Through the window.
I don't know
where I want to be anymore
But I'm frightened because
I?
Don't know where I'm going.
Help me? Please. But
you're not listening
Because the engine is too loud and each
wheel too fast.
So I'll make my way by myself.
And
on that note I clicked shut the lid.
On the empty bottle of
pills
And crashed my bus.

Because that was
all I could control?