They sit and talk all day like im not there at all,
They make me feel invisible like i'll never be seen again.
They act like they cant see me even though im sitting and waving in their faces.
They all cry for someone at a funeral and as i go up to the grave stone after the casket has been lowered i realize
Their burying me.
And as it all comes back I realize that I was killed in a drunk driving accident where i was too weak in the passenger seat to move and no one cared enough to get me out before i burned. I go home and see my father crying the man who i believed couldn't and would never cry again after my grandpa dyed, i see my mom depressed the woman who was the light of my life sitting there in her chair doing nothing at all, i see my brother getting drunk and when i go to school the next day i see my own memorial service I see my frends crying all the people silent there an amazing coincidence, I was killed by a star of the football team who walked away, my friends had lived but i had died....
Why oh Why do people drink and drive???
*its mine i was just kinda thinkin about death and stuff....
i didnt really feel like coloring it.