New poem

Mind you, never experienced something like this. My mind kind of churned it out. Yes, I do think it's a little strange to be thinking about it. No clue why. Yes, I know, cliffhanger, but the poem just wanted to be ended there. My mind goes into overdrive when I try to think about this person dying, but I can't see it ending any other way. Urgh, already feels like a chunk of me is missing. :P I need to talk, and for you to ask questions. I'm going to be home all day tomorrow. :P I almost feel like a shroud of silence is following me. It's not oppressive or anything, it's just noticeable. Like I have to force my words out, such as when I'm talking to my dad. I think it has something to do with uh, her (think CM). She was exuberant, glowing even, with that subtle smile of I love my life. Then she got a phone call, and I didn't see her much after that, and she wasn't as happy. I don't know why that would bug me. This is weird, I feel like I don't have words for anyone else but you. I mean, in the sense that if I try to explain any of this to anyone else they will just look at me funny. Urgh. Anyway, now that that's out of my system, the poem. Urgh, I have this nagging feeling something is wrong. I don't know where it came from, but I don't like it. I'm not going to be sleeping much tonight. Where are you anyway? :P

Nightmare. Time crawled by.
A truck blasted out of the silence
Splintering the fragile night,
Echoes of shredding metal.
The little red car, no.
It can’t. It wouldn’t.
No, can’t think that.
Cell phone. Where’s my cell phone.
Right, 911, phone number, location.
Help, must go help. Can’t be.
Wouldn’t be. Mustn’t be.
Frantic dash from car. Seatbelt.
No fuel leak, no fire. Ok, calm.
Door, get the car door open.
NO, can’t be. Couldn’t be. Why?
Hurry, seatbelt. Get them out.
Why them? Why here? Why?
Relief. He’s ok. Get his help, must help.
Oh no. Oh no. Why her?
Big dent, she still alive?
Truck, must move the truck.
Get driver out, no trust.
Ok, please, door, open.
No, no, no. Crowbar. I have one.
Please, hurry. Sirens. Relief.
Door opened, blood. Not her. Not here.
Help her. HELP HER. No, I’m fine.
HELP HER, PLEASE. Why her?
No, she must be alive. She can’t die.
Not her, not here. Panic.