Try not to cry.
It was my time to die.
The car sped so fast,
I knew that breath would be my last.
Know that I love you,
I know that you love me too.
Sorry I stormed out,
what were we fighting about?
Sorry for trying to fight,
I know that you were right.
I tried to be the best,
but now there's glass embedded in my chest.
I was driving alone
and I picked up the phone.
Sorry Mom, Sorry Dad.
Remember the good times we had?
Sorry I acted mean,
I was just being a teen.
I sent one text
and was awaiting the next,
and now I'm done,
the battle I fought could not be won.
I didn't listen to my gut,
my phone I should have shut.
It's a large price to pay,
Sorry I had to die this way.
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Driving to my Death
PoetryA poem about teens texting and driving. . . and the horrible results.