A poem about the book tears of a tiger

I wasn't drinking,
I wasn't driving,
I had no idea,
that someone would be dying,

After the crash,
I prayed to god,
That he wouldent be dead,
That we would still have Rob,

Andy took it hard,
He was the one driving,
How would you feel,
If you saw your best friend dying,

Now I am scared,
Because Andy is dead too,
He put the gun to his head,
He didn't think it through,

Now I am glad,
That I am alive,
Cause when that car crashed,
I could have died.

I did this on B.J