A Crack In My Windshield

It can be debilitating,
Knowing that your mind can take hold,
And steer you right off a cliff,
I keep thinking about that crack in my windshield,

I do what they tell me,
Count backwards from ten,
Slow breathing,
I'm still thinking about the crack in my windshield,

I've thrown away the cigarettes,
I've cried until my eyes hurt,
I've ran for miles in silence,
But I'm still thinking about that crack in my windshield,

My friends have held my hands to calm me down,
I've spent hours on the phone venting,
I've isolated myself to keep from hurting others,
But in still thinking about that crack in my windshield,

I've stayed awake for days,
I've slept for what seems like years,
I've tried healing with the bottle,
But I'm still thinking about that crack in my windshield,

Wondering if at any moment,
It'll shatter,
And the glass will cut up my face,
I can't stop thinking about that stupid three millimeter crack in my windshield.

By: Alyssa