I am Sad.
I wonder what will happen next.
I hear my tears hit the ground.
I see a blur of this crappy world I live in.
I want to be happy again.
I am falling into a depression.
I pretend someone actually cares.
I feel the need to weep.
I touch my pillow and lay.
I worry I’ll never come out of this.
I cry every day now
I am blaming myself
I understand everyone has their time.
I say “It should have been me!”
I dream of the wreck every day.
I try to forget it happened.
I hope it will just be another bad memory soon.
I am kind of the reason he died.
I wrote this to get some things off my chest. I was out cruising with 3 other friends. It was about 11. The people were just getting out of the bars, drunk. Before I knew it someone had crashed into us and left the scene. I managed to escape with a broken arm, and my other friends minor injuries. But the driver, no pulse. I kept trying to wake him up. I slapped him, tried it all, nothing. He was dead. I lost one of my closest friends that day. I was the only one that wanted to go into town,too.