a little lost

I feel a little lost. Not so lost that we should start a search party but lost in I've been driving for so long I dont know where I am headed. I feel slighted in the way I care for others and its not returned. you're in need so you call but slience without a crisis. I feel dishonest in the therapy a room when I talk about the same routine things we I should say I feel like I'm dying. Well maybe not dying but aloof , a leaf being blown around dead but still going. I feel lost in the way the past lives rent free and I cannot face it. the slience is unbearable but without it I cannot breath. driving for long no one notices. no one recognizes the tires have gone bald and the engine light is on but pop music plays so it must be fine.