There I lay, algid and taut. Lifeless and grey. Their little girl, gone in a flash, all unaware of the terror of crash. The tears, the cries, the looks of everyone as they pass by me. My mother strides forward, kissing my head. Her eyes were glistening, as she shed a tear for me. Her little baby was gone, her honeybee. Oh, how I cannot stand to see her cry. My best friend Kelly looked down upon me, her eyes filled with terror as she screams my name. If I had one more breath I wish that I could say, "It wasn't your fault I died that day." For she was there too on that dreaded night, the night they said it would be all right. Their last goodbyes gave me the chills. It was my fault I died, and is still. The spine tingling sight of everyone who came, walking past the casket, calling my name. Going back? Oh god, how I wish. To that terrible party, I assumed was full of bliss. Hymns were sung; stories were told, about their little princess, bright and bold. The service ends, it's time to go, all of them walking away in the snow. I want to stay; I want to live, drinks and drugs, what ever gives? I'm in a car, don't really understand, what is the matter? The task at hand? As we drive along, I become unaware of what is bound to happen to me. We halted. I was raised onto a cart. Rolling, rolling until we were through. I had not known my destination, but it was crystal clear. We were at a cemetery, the ground wide and full of fear. I hear the crying, sense the mourning. My soul is crushed, my body, an iceberg. My thoughts are crazy, all over the place. I wont be able to see them again. To see my fathers loving face, to hear my sisters heartwarming laugh. My brother, his compassion and care, my mother who gave me everything I needed. None of that will ever be there. Where I am going now? I do not know, away from here, away from the snow. Goodbye to the sun, goodbye to the moon. Here I come to the sadness, welcomed by gloom. My body is lowered, into the ground. Cries of loved ones, the only sound. The moving stops and makes a thud. A dozen roses showered down upon me, one was a bud. Thoughts of dying swarmed my head. I had died, me, I thought with fear and dread. They covered me up, good and strong. Twenty feet under I'll stay for so long. Because I'm here forever, there's plenty time to think, about my thoughts and all of my wrongs. Time to think about that horrendous night, that cold, and ugly drink. This day that I am laid to rest, I strive to think of times that were best. I try to remember my favorite moments, before thinking of the worst. The bad thoughts enclosed my head. That horrific night playing back in my head, the sight of my body, sitting cold in a hospital bed. The party, my mistakes. Why did I drive? What caused me to be dumb? If I could go back, I would change what I did. Say no to the drugs, say no to the drink. Most of all saved myself from the crash. No one knows the sadness until they see the flash, those lights shining so brightly into your eyes, the feeling of crash. As I lay here in the ground, I fear for all the worst. I must put my thoughts away. The end of my day is filled with sorrow. Mom, dad, I wont see them tomorrow.