Mom: You knew they where wrong, and now your soon to be gone.
Me: I’m sorry mom, you know I’d rather be here with you and him then totally gone.
Mom: You should have thought of that before. Now you in the hospital on you death bed. You’ll soon die. Then well all cry. Because you did drugs with all your friends, got in a car, high, and now you just died.
Me: I’m sorry mom, at least I tried to drive home and say I love you, thanks and good bye.
Mom: Sometimes when you try, you try too hard, in which case you die.
Me: I died that moment right after she said that. I never got a chance to say, that she was right, That I should have listened to her, and I’m sorry. But now its too late, before even really trying, I died. From being high to try and impress my friends. But now I ask myself was it worth it to die just to be cool? Now my mom calls me a fool. I’m no longer cool or alive.
*someone read this and asked me if i was a pot head...well no and this is not suposed to be me, i wrote it just to get a point across*
