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A Life Worth Taking


I swear I was going to listen To the advice that you made sure I heard. But my friends have influence on me And I didn’t want to be the nerd! So now I am lying here Probably on my last ride. Speeding through town in an ambulance Because I didn’t listen to my own mind. I will convey to you the story Of what led me to this fate. I am only 17 years old But my irresponsible choices wouldn’t let my end wait. It was an innocent party And I guess I seemed awfully tense. My friends persuaded me to drink and smoke But what I did made no sense. It was all in good fun at first Until they handed me my keys. At that point I couldn’t control myself And in my car I went to leave. The affects of the drugs seemed fun And the ride made my adrenaline fly. Until I swerved into the other lane Hoping I’d be the only one to die. Regrettably this wasn’t the case When 2 others were pronounced dead at the scene. I was the only one to get out alive Although my death I could foresee. I took the lives of blameless teens Who were driving responsibly. After I hit the other car head on All that remained was its debris. They saved me at the hospital Although at this point I wish they hadn’t. Now I have to live with the consequences Of taking the lives of the innocent. Let this be a lesson to those Who think drunk driving is something to show. It doesn’t only put you in danger But also those who just have a place to go. I stand here today and truthfully can say That I have a life worth taking. I stole unfinished lives And the favor should be returning.
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