My daughter might have had a chance if she'd been wearing her seat belt.
Now I'm miserable and my life is worthless because of the blow I was dealt.
While I was driving her to Dollywood, I hit a truck head on.
She was only six years old and it's my fault that she's gone.
She'd still be alive if I had made her wear her seat belt like I should've.
A few people have said that the seat belt might not have saved her but I know it would've.
My In-laws hate me but they don't hate me half as much as I hate myself.
My wife has stood by my side but I would've deserved it if she had left.
My daughter should've died of old age but she didn't even make it to the age of ten.
Someday in the future I might be able to forgive myself but I don't know when.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, everybody should wear seat belts.)