I wake up with a start.
Where am I?
I look around confused,
And then I remember everything.
It hit me like a ton of bricks,
How could I of been so stupid,
To put my life at risk?
And not only my life, either.
I bite my lip, and wait.
I wait for the pounding in my head to start,
I wait for the sickening feeling
That makes me shutter with disgust.
Disgust,
Because I was the one who made that decision.
I was the one who took that drink,
Who made the wrong decision.
Mom knows best,
I guess I should of
Guessed.
Now, as I'm watching people cry over my grave,
I remember that awful day.
How I didn't fix the problem,
I only made it worse.
I'm sorry it had to be like this,
I'm sorry you have to cry.
Maybe you'd be smiling,
Instead of seeing me die.
I just wanted you to be proud, mom.
Now I know that that's impossible.
Now you have to watch your daughter
leave to the underground.
All because she choose to drink and drive.
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Beautiful Sorrows
Poetry"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary." -Khalil Gibran