All I saw was flashing lights, blood dripping from my head.
My head on the steering wheel.
"What happened?"
Last thing I remembered was a bright fluorescent light.
A text from my best friend came through.
"Let's hang out this weekend!"
I picked up my phone, my last clear memory.
It happened way to fast.
The girls' name was Kimberly.
She was only 16 years old, a high school student.
A life gone too soon.
All for a text that could have waited.
Crashed cars, broken pieces, sirens wailing.
I kept this young girl from a wedding, kids, a good life!
How could I be so selfish?
For the rest of my life, I will have to accept that, I took a young girls' life.
How will I be able to look at my daughter?
How will I be tell her that her mother killed a girl her age?
How will Kimberlys' parents take it?
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Damaged
PoesieA series of poems that describe a hard time in someone's life. From heartbreak, stupid mistakes and bullying. When is it ever enough before one is completely damaged?
