A poem that makes You wonder…

‘DEATH OF AN INNOCENT’

I went to a party, mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, mom, I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, mom, the way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me; mom, and it hit me like a load.
As I lay on the pavement, mom, I hear the police say,
The other guy is drunk, mom, and now I’m the one who will pay.

I’ lying here dying, mom, I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, mom? My life is just like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, mom, I’ll die in a short time.

I just want to tell you, mom, I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, mom, the others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking; mom, and I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, mom, and Tell dad to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, mom, put "Dad’s Girl" on my grave.
Some one should have told him, mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, mom, I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, mom, When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, mom, before I say good-bye.
I didn’t drink and drive, so, why am I the one to die"

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This belongs to Fiction and Poetry.. Moving ^^;
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🙁 This almost made me cried, and it does make you think about how many innocent people are being killed by other people that don’t care about what they do and go around driving drunk, thinking they’re cool, but they just don’t know what they’re doing.
Why is it so fun to get drunk and then drive? (for some people)

Hey thats actually pretty good. Kinda sad there at the end. Keep up the great work.:)