Looking through the broken window with pain streaking through my body

I knew I should have left the pub before I had my final drink

Cause I couldn’t see the road clearly or the car that I just hit

As now I lay trapped in this car with shattered glass and oozing blood.

I think about the other times I left the pub before I drank too much

But all those other times are meaningless with the damage that I’ve caused

With children screaming and a constant horn continuing to sound

I pray that it is just someone unconscious and not someone who’s live has come to an end.

Being pulled from the car with my vision slowly becoming clearer

I see the devastation I have caused with kids trembling in fear and parents yelling at me

With legs that feel like jelly I get dragged with my hands handcuffed behind my back

And with all the constant emotions I don’t even hear the police talking to me.

As I walk past the others I look at them and say I’m so sorry

They scream and yell with hatred and say that sorry can never be enough

I bow my head down and continue on my path with a shard of glass hanging from my neck

As the handcuffs come off I rip out the glass shard and groan sorry with my final breath.