Please, please make your teenagers read this; or read it to them if you can get through it.

"I went to a party, Mom"

I went to a party, Mom,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself, Mom,
the way you said I would;
that I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice, Mom,
and your advice to me was right;
as the party finally ended, Mom,
and the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car, Mom,
sure to get home in one piece;
I never knew what was coming, Mom,
something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement, Mom,
and I hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk," Mom;
his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me, Mom,
as I try hard not to cry;
I can hear the paramedic say, Mom,
"This girl is going to die."

I'm sure the guy had no idea, Mom,
while he was flying high;
because he chose to drink and drive, Mom,
now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom,
knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, Mom,
like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave;
and when I go to heaven, Mom,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have taught him, Mom,
that its wrong to drink and drive;
maybe if his parents had, Mom,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom,
I'm getting really scared;
these are my final moments, Mom,
and I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die;
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom,
So I love you and ... good-bye.