Jane

This poem is about my friend Jane
This girl I know from school
God only knows why and how
She thought she this was cool:::

"Please don't continue hating me
What did I possibly do?
How come you're so mad?
I didn't do anything to you

All I did really did
Smoke a small bowl
NO! IT CAN'T BE!
IT CAN'T BE THAT LOW!

We got in the car
And went for a little ride
Who would've seriously thought
That I could take away a life

I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, please don't hate me Dad
I love you guys oh so very much
Please don't be too mad":::

So why did Jane really do it?
Knowing she'd take away a life
But one thing I know for sure
Is that I'll never get high

**I wrote this when I was thinking about consequences.**