Destination

I want to fucking die I welcome death, plead for it I dont want to feel anymore I want to be wrapped in deaths warm blanket But how shall i do it? The cowards way, pills My knife covered in old stains of bad times past No, i scream, reaching for my car keys The open roads a release, freedom unresticted Leading to random places of opportunity Faster, faster, the rain pounding hard now Curdling screams as i hit my destination