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.
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