My Fault

Once a week I take a long walk from my home. To the land of the dead and lay flowers on top of your stone. For hours and hours I stay and I pray. Telling you I miss you and ill see you again someday. As I wipe these tears from my eyes I cant help but hate myself for being the reason you died. You were my everything you were my world. The love of my life, my baby girl. I didn't see it coming it happened so fast one second were driving and all of a sudden crash. Before we departed you looked at me and laughed. You said good buy that you loved me then you started to gasp. When the police finally got there I knew I was done. Just another sad story of a teen who was drunk. The thoughts of that night are forever in my head. Making me wish that I too was dead. So the point here that I am trying to make. when you drink and drive its not always just your life you can take.