If I didn’t want to go to cheer camp, we would have been home.
If only I brought my jacket, we wouldn’t have had to go back.
If I didn't tell them to hurry up, we wouldn't have been speeding.
If the deer didn’t run across the street, my father wouldn't have swerved out of the way.
If my father didn’t swerve, we wouldn’t have been hit by the moving truck.
If I didn’t tell my family I hated them, it wouldn’t have been the last thing I said to them.
If I would’ve just listened to my parents, for once, none of this would have happened.
But now I’m in the hospital bed, with no mother, no father, no sister, and no baby brother, and it was all my fault.
If I didn't go to the parties, I would have spent more time with my family.
If I didn’t sneak out at night, I would have read my brother to sleep.
If I didn’t spend my time drinking and smoking, I would have helped my sister with her homework.
If I didn’t talk back, my mother would have dry eyes.
If I didn’t ditch school, my father would be proud.
At least if I cared, I would’ve told them the truth of how much I loved them.
But now its too late and it was all my fault.
Why do I get to live?
I don’t want to feel anymore.
I dont want to live.
I dont want this pain.
I want my family back.
I want to die.
It was all my fault..
If only I didn’t kill them.