The Sleeping Dead

I felt my face smear against the concrete.
The impact of the car made it so I can't breathe.
I try so hard to think of where I'm at.
Now the pain takes over and the world goes black.
Suddenly I inhale as if it's the first time in an eternity.
I sit up and realize someone has hurt me.
Thousands of needles jab into me, life is pain.
I want to stop playing this harsh game.
This man almost killed me.
In his car he was drunk and asleep.
He seemed to have a look of helplessness on his face.
Then he hit me, and that led to disgrace.
Many people shouted and screamed.
I heard a women say, "She's only fourteen."
I wanted to tell them I'm still here, it's not over yet.
But before I could say anything a white sheet was pulled over my head.
Another life has been lost, and I become the sleeping dead.