There's a car driving in the lane next to me

It glides smoothly by cruising past effortlessly

There's a dad behind the wheel and

a mom in the passnger seat

I look left, I look behind but in my car 

 it's only me

My windshield wipers are moving 

working furiously

To fend off the rain that's pouring down endlessly

And even with all that effort I still can't see

I look at the other car they don't have any rain

how can that be?

Is it only me, am I imagining things? 

I turn my blinker on, check my blind spots

careful as can be

But somehow I still crash and skid

and the steering wheel breaks free

I roll glass is breaking and I'm starting to bleed

Something blindsided me

The walls cave in and I can no longer breathe

By the time the cops arrive it's already plain to see

Ambulance or not there's little hope for me.