Couldn't cry

I don't know if this is a poem. I don't know what this is. But this is what happened to me today.

didn't cry for me.
Speeding 65 mph, windows down, no music just my thoughts
I didn't cry for me.
Lurching forward, foot pressing the pedal all the way to the floor
I didn't cry for me
Slamming into a newly engaged couple because my car couldn't stop in time
I didn't cry for me
As my body flung forward restrained by the seat belt digging into my skin, seeing the white of the deploying airbag in my face the force of the car stopping against another the deafening sound of my own breaths. I didn't cry for me. I felt free, almost happy. I cried for the lives I thought I almost took. I cried for the hurt my mom would feel. I cried upon seeing my brother on the verge of tears as he raced toward me. I cried for them.. but tell me.. why couldn't I cry for me?

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[Misery]

Dear poet, this poem is a jewel that has now been added to the treasure of your life.
Please do not fixate upon this single jewel; but also do not deny that your life is a treasure worth preserving.

[FJ Davis]

Apparently, V, if you could have cried for yourself, you wouldn't be using your car as if it were an unguided missile.
This piece is close enough to a poem, for my money--and a pretty good one, at that.
Fascinating read!