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Gripende vakkert og trist dikt!


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Fikk dette diktet sendt på epost i dag. Syns det var så Trist og samtidig så vakkert, så jeg ville dele med dere dib-damer. Måtte gråte en skvett da jeg hadde lest ferdig! Fikk det fra min voksne datter som stort sett er avholdsmenneske når det gjelder alkohol.

 

I went to a party, mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, mom, so I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, mom, the way you said I would.

 

I didn't drink and drive, mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, mom, I know your always right.

Now the partys finally ending, mom, as everyones driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, mom, but as I pulled out into the road.

 

The other car didn't see me, mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, mom, I hear the policeman say.

The other guy is drunk, mom, and now I'm the one to pay.

I'm lying here dying, mom, I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, mom, and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, mom, I'll die in a short time.

 

I just wanted to tell you, mom, I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, mom, the others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

 

I'm feeling sharp pains now, pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, mom, and I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying and all he does is stare.

 

Tell my brother and sister not to cry, mom.

Tell daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

 

Someone should have told him, mom, I would still be alive.

My breathe is getting shorter, mom, I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, mom.

When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, mom, before I say goodbye.

I didn't drink and drive, mom, so why am I the one to die???

 

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