#every15minutes

Wed, 05/01/2013 - 00:37 -- Katieb

I sit in math class,
Trying to think, trying to learn,
"That party on Saturday,
Was so crazy"
"She passed out"
"They went upstairs"
"We had to throw her over a fence,
She was so drunk"
I just don't understand
How being so drunk
That you cannot stand
Can be anything close to having fun.
But not only that,
Risking your life,
Risking a complete stranger's life
All because of a stupid fad,
Because you want to have "fun"
How much fun is it
When you are driving the wrong way down a freeway
And crash?
How fun is it to kill a mother
And her two year old daughter
Whose dad is overseas,
Only a week away from coming home?
How fun is it knowing that
The little girl's father
Was going to surprise her on her third birthday
By coming home and seeing her for the first time?
What about waking up in a hospital
Sick to your stomach, sick to your head
Sick to your heart
Knowing you've just killed someone
Because you wanted to have "fun"
Because you wanted to be "cool"
"Fun" shouldn't mean you wake up
Handcuffed
In a hospital bed
With the murder of innocent people on your hands.
The blood never washes off
The memories never fade.

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