Yeah so here it is

Spinning tires and busted glass
Feeling trapped in my own space
Struggling to escape, silently screaming
I take my eyes off my future

I step back and think of you
Not knowing what it means
Why do you come to mind
When I can stop shaking

I am so unfortunately alive
Not knowing where to go from here
But silently I wonder
If you were scared for me

I think of those who care for me
And I try to forget my feelings
But I can't stop waiting
For love to come around

Who cares in the end?
Whether we live or die?
Why don't you think of me
Will I ever be wanted.

This was a poem that I wrote shortly after my accident while on a retreat.