Racetrack

I'm tired of dealing with this.
I'm going to withdraw from the race.
I will slowly come to a hault.
Mid-track,
I'll be done.
My engine won't start up again.
Cars filling in the space in front of me.
Because I've finished.
I'm not happy with what I've accomplished,
but I'm to tired,
too feeble.
Just as I'm about to make a decission,
stay or go,
a car will hit me in the rear.
So it won't matter anyway.
I've already crashed,
I'm broken now, and I'm actually done now,
no matter what choice I was going to make.
I'm being dragged away,
the crowd keeps on cheering for the other cars.
They don't care that I got hurt.
Me or my driver.