Anything?

I have a very imaginative mind but still with this my brain has come to a stop. I have run out of ideas on things to write about! If ANYONE has an idea that they would like to be made into a story please comment me and tell me what it is! Thank you and I will be looking forward to hearing from you!

I hate it when some one that people are close to leaves the world and Everyone... I mean everyone pretends like they know that person. As you all know we lost a dear friend on Thursday. I did not know Mitch as well as others did but I still knew him well. We all we shocked by the sudden loss that happened in our small town. Like I had said I did not know Mitch that well but I do know that he would want us to keep his memories alive by moving on. The his time was now and we will all have ours someday we just have to accept it when it comes. Love is a very confusing thing and Mitch showed it to all of us and God. We just had to show it in return. We all miss you Mitch and the tears will never fall as hard as they have for you.

I went to a birthday party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,

though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice and,
your advice to me was right,
as the party finally ended,

and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
and I hear the policeman say,
'The kid that caused this wreck was drunk.'
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,

as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
'This girl is going to die.'
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,

because he chose to drink and drive,
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me

like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,

put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
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 and good-bye...