Driving Over a Cliff

(This is a fictional poem) This morning my wife and I had a tiff. I just lost my brakes and I'm about to drive over a cliff. I said some mean things to her before I went to work. Now I won't even be able to apologize for being a jerk. I'm going over this cliff and in a moment I'll be dead. I hate myself for all of the mean words that I said. She's very special and I don't deserve to have such a great wife. I just hope that she can forgive me and go on with her life.