An entire family is dead and I'm the one to blame.
I drove while I was drunk and I'm filled with shame.
I drank too much while I was in that bar.
It was a big mistake when I drove my car.
While I was driving, I hit a stationwagen head on.
Because of me, those innocent people are gone.
I killed those parents and their three kids.
The pain is consuming me because of what I did.
Those kids won't have a life because I cut them down.
I am the one who deserves to be buried in the ground.
When the cops arrived, I was placed under arrest.
As I sit in this cell, I am miserable and depressed.
I wish that this was a nightmare but sadly it's real.
I learned the hard way that drinking and driving kills.

(I DEDICATE THIS FICTIONAL POEM TO ALL OF THE INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN KILLED BY DRUNK DRIVERS.)