I look through all my old pictures,
to find pictures of my best friend when she was alive.
I remember her smiles like it was yesterday,
never a frown on that pretty face of hers.
I can still remember that horror-ed night 2 years ago,
everything was fine I was with my best friend.
Until the car came around that corner doing a 110,
I screamed as I was thrown to the side by the force of the car.
I could see my friend in the middle of the road,
she looked over to me and smiled her smile.
I felt nothing but pain going through my side,
and I could tell that she was in more pain then me.
I tried to crawl to her but my body refused,
it was giving up on me when I needed it the must.
Try as I might I couldn't get to her,
then I saw the ambulance and we were taken away.
In the hospital I could see her body on the bed next to mine,
I could tell by the way the doctors were moving that she was dieing.
I would give anything for it to be me dead and her alive,
but it seems that is not to be for I am here and she is not.
15 years is all the baster-ed got!
He takes a life that had so much meaning and destroyed it.
And all he gets is 15 years.
All I can see now is her smile,
the one that never left her face even when she was dieing.
She was only 13 and had so much to live for,
but a drunk idiot had to take it all away.
