Stone Cold Heart

(This isn't a fictional poem) Last year I did something that was really mean. I kicked out my daughter who was only fifteen. When she told me that she was pregnant, compassion wasn't what she received. I told her to pack her bags and leave. She was all alone with no shelter and that wasn't right. She froze to death on a cold winter night. I had become a monster with a stone cold heart. When I was asked to identify her body, I thought it wouldn't bother me but it tore me apart. The image of her cold lifeless body is burned into my brain. I don't want to live because I'm in a great deal of pain. She was helpless and I turned my back on her when she needed me the most. I know that I'll go to hell and I know that I'll roast. When I look in the mirror, I see a man who doesn't deserve to live. If I live to be a hundred, I'll be the only person who I'll never be able to forgive.