If I stay (poem)

If I Stay

If I stay

The cold air brushes my face like a slight crisp breath. The trees so strong with their bristled branches, only a few worn leaves left.

Mom packs the car with snacks for our 2 hour-long drive. Dad hustles Teddy into our car, all ready for the ride.

“My turn to choose!” says Mom along with Dad. “No I want to pick the song! Teddy demands. “Play Michael Jackson Bad!”

Of course I want my Bach, which no one else likes. Because rock n roll jams are my parents life.

I wonder how I ended up with my music taste. My family picks rock while I prefer grace.

Mom decides that we all take turns, first Teddy, then Dad, then my turn.

We all talk and enjoy our sweet beautiful drive,

Gosh, how could anything get better in this wonderfully crazy life?

Like here I am, Mia. A girl who thinks about nothing but the cello

With some strange awesome parents in a life far from mellow.

And Adam, our love as deep as the soul

What a thief he is, still has my heart that he stole

And just…. Like…. That

My body is lifted then the world turns black,

I’m laying here now unconscious on my back.

I slowly stand up which is strange, I don’t feel pain

I call for my family unknowingly slain.

Dads, Mom, Teddy… please!

I heard no answer only the cold winter breeze.

That’s when I saw it, cauliflower looking grains

I follow them to the car and I realized, my father’s brains.

My mom’s body has been scattered from the car like mine

Her eyes dripping blood with a deathly shine

Teddy, Oh lord, where was he?

He cant be gone, if so, why not me?

Wait, I see him well his hand from afar

But why is he wearing my charm bracelet with a cello and guitar.

I pull his arm up but to heavy is he.

I look down at the body its not Teddy but its me!

What, no, am I seeing things?

My leg is askew and arm hanging by strings.

It was me, but I’m]here. Looking down at a body.

The body was me and I was atop it.

I finally understand, I’m a ghost to the world

 I’m a fake apparition looking good with my fake hair all curled

I’m not quite dead but not fully alive

To stay or to go I will have to decide

Should I stay? Should I go?

My family is dead their bodies frozen in snow

I want to leave but what about my life?

Its up to me now should I put up this fight.

If I do go what other price will I pay?

But what happens to me if I stay?