You're Not Coming Home

You're not coming home
i can't believe
you didn't get to live
do my eyes decieve?
the car skidded
you couldn't stop
and now you're gone
what an evil plot
your dad called and said
you're not coming home
he said your moms car
slid out of control
you died instantly
you didn't feel a thing
not even the unbearable pain
you were too young
a child of only thirteen
i can't stand the pain
of missing you
i just can't believe
"you're not coming home"

i wrote this poem 3 years ago when i was 13...my best friend and her mom were killed in a horrible car accident....