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Tonight is the night of the senior prom.
Mom let me go even when she thought it was wrong.
"Its too late, but you can go."
"Dont drink at this party, it wont be so safe!"
"Dont worry mom, Im much too smart, I will behave."
I got in my car and I was so happy,
My mom had agreed to let me go to the party.
When I arrived my throat was dry,
I saw the beer but I took the sprite.
I felt so obedient and it was all for you mom.
But I couldnt help it I just couldnt be strong.
I was tempted to take just one can of beer,
But one thing led to another and my mind felt unclear.
That was soon all I drank and the party then ended,
I called you because I knew I couldnt drive like this.
"How could you take a drink after what I told you?!"
"I couldnt help it. The beer was so good."
"Thats no excusejust hold tight Im coming."
She hung up the phone and I felt chunks in my stomach running.
I fell asleep and awoke to police,
Who said to come with him for he had terrible news for me.
I figured my mom should have been here a long time ago,
And I asked the police maybe I shouldnt go.
He told me that it was all about my mom.
And he was aware that I had been drinking on the part of my prom.
MY head cleared of everything as the police soon explained,
"While driving here someone hit her and left her in pain.
It was someone come from this same party,
As drunk as you are and now walks free.
We didnt have enough evidence to trace the teen."
M eyes filled up with tears,
And I begged the man to bring her near
The man nodded his head and said "This way."
I quickly got up and made him hurry away.
He looked at me and said nothing but I knew what he meant.
I saw my mom on the ground dead.
Lying there in a pool of blood.
I dropped to my knees and gave her a hug.
Something still in her hand wrapped in pink lace,
I took it out of her hand and brought it up to my face.
I used it as a tissue to dry away my cries,
But that just kept pouring and I Had to know why.
I unwrapped the lace and it was the necklace I wanted,
I would never suspect that she had got it.
A graduation present that I didnt deserve.
If only I learned.
I screamed out loud and my dad pulled up.
He bent to his knees and yelled out "Youre my love!"
We brushed the flowing blood away from her head.
IF only I kept drinking the soda instead.
The police held us back,
And said to relax.
"It is now time for you all to go."
I held my mom close and my dad screamed at the cope,
"NO! NO!"
We begged the man to let us stay,
But he only pushed us away.
2 days later, deeply mourning my mothers death,
I grabbed my stationary and sat at my desk.
I wrote:
"Dearest family,
I know that you dont need,
all this pressure from me.
But I just cant take it anymore,
Youre better off with me gone also.
Just because I hadnt died.
Little brother please be brave,
And live to the day where you graduate.
Please little sister, live up to your dreams,
Youre not old enough to remember me.
I must go now but do not stress,
I"m doing this because its best."
I cleaned my room for the last time,
Because I know daddy doesnt like me leaving messes behind.
I took a good look around my home,
And I said to myself "I Must now leave you alone."
I crippled to my room and there I risked,
I took the knife and slit my wrist.
The pain came so slow, so I lay on my bed,
Took the knife and slit my neck.
I felt the warm blood go to cold,
I could hardly move my body and I felt like gold.
I yelled out, "Daddy do not cry!
Little brother, please be brave!
Little sister try to remember and talk to me at my grave!"
I saw my door fling open and my dad stood there in grief,
He said "NO NOT YOU!" and my brother came in to see.
He took me into his arms and just kept asking "WHY?"
I simply said, "Daddy.do..not..cry"
My little brother witnessed my death and I died in my dads arms.
I drifted from my body and the spirit I became was alarmed
I looked down on them from up in the sky,
Till this day my dad does cry.
My little brother refuses to be brave,
And my little sister is scared of my grave.
If only I tried,
To stick with Sprite.
Just because I had too much,
Ive broken my mothers trust and the family love.
I still chant to myself at night,
"Daddy, please dont cry
Little brother, please be brave
Little sister, please talk to me at my grave" |
