poem I wrote...

Drugs and Violence

She tries to recall the sound of her daddy's voice, but she can't years have passed since she heard him speak, years since he told her that he loved her or called her by name. When she can't stop the tears she sees his face and wishes he was there, but... Drugs and violence took her life away. They dragged her under where she couldn't breathe. She lives with it everyday. He sits in his cell, he's holding a photograph of his little girl. He wonders how he got here, where did he go wrong? He thinks about the life he lost, how he can't change it now. As the tears roll down his cheek, he sees his daughter's face and he wishes he could be with her. His father's mistakes become his own. Alcohol and violence took his life away. They dragged him under, wouldn't let him breathe. Your father's mistakes don't have to become your own, but he lives with it everyday. She's 17 trapped by her father's mistakes. He reads the paper and can't believe it ended this way. Crimson paints the pavement in front of the church where his daughter died. Her life was just beginning, but it's already over. As they wheel her away, her daddy cries. She got into what she shouldn't and, now, The drugs and the violence stole her life away. Dragged her under where she couldn't breathe. In the end it's the choices you make, they affect everyone. She lived, and died, with the drugs and the violence everywhere.