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Dear Drunk Driver,
Dear Drunk Driver,
What where you thinking when you desided to drive drunk?
Why didnt you walk, or get a cab? Why didnt you call a friend,
or mom and dad?
Instead, you drove, thinking no one would know.
You couldnt focus on the road, and crashed into a unknown car.
You had no cuts, brusies, or broken bones. But what about the others?
I dont know if you knew, or if you even saw, the man and women inside that other car.
But he was bleeding heavily, out of every hole in his head. His girl friend, called a ambulence,
and waited by his side. She rode with them to the Emergency Room, that night.
They tryed to stop the flow, they tryed to save his life, he went into a coma, and that night,
she was forced to end his life. His parents gave the ok, since they lived out of state.
She was forced to pull the plug, and chose his fate.
The doctors, said that if he lived, he wouldnt be ok, he would live by machine,
his brain wouldnt be the same. He would be in a potato like state.
She knew what she had to do, and she held his hand, when they pulled the plug away,
she couldnt say a thing, she could only cry. You took her love away, you took her life away,
your the only one to blame, because you desided to drive and drink, if you didnt,
then he would have been able to walk away.
He had a family, he had friends, he had a daughter, and a God kid who was only one.
He had a fianse, they were going to be married in less then two months.
But guess what? You took that all away.
Now his family, has broken hearts, his daughter, has no father, and his God child, is one that he doesnt know.
And the girl, he chose to make his wife, never got to stand by his side, and say " I Do".
All because of you. Im glad you got put in jail, i dont know for how long,
but im glad you got punished, cause he was, for no reason.
His life is gone now, because of you, i hope next time you drink or drive,
you remember this time, to walk, instead of drive.
-Elfy
deep deep deep
this was probably the most personal thing i have every read online. if this is really about your uncle i am very sorry for your loss, he sounds like the average joe but he was more he was the joe in his family, he ment somthing to his family, and to you. i would cry if i haven't witnessed worse. this is from your heart i can tell this is probably from the very bottom. you dug deep deep deep to find this, we all need to dig but fear what we will find, you don't fear that. this spoke to me, it said if you could send it to theactual lady you would and she would have lived in her own personal hell on earth. there is a such thing as hell but its not imaginary or a place after your dead it's in your head toturing yourself, guilt, sorrow, regret, depression, heart break, low self esteme, that is your hell wether your cold hearted and like hell or can tolarate it, but it makes the good good for feeling this way sorry for the side track
Yes it was about my uncle, my
Yes it was about my uncle, my God father as well. I dont remember him, i was onlye 1 n a half, so i didnt really know him. Iv heard the storys, he was a good man, and he didnt deserve to die. Im not afriad of what i may find, cause iv already lived the fear, each and everyday. If i could send it, i would.
I wish i could let her see, what she did to us. But at the same time, i would feel bad, for makeing her feel our pain. There is a hell, and wether or not she goes her, is a mystery. But im sure, her life was hell, after her mistakes, took a life away. Thank you for reading my poem, most appricated. :)
-Elfy*