On Purpose

I wrote this a few months ago.

It’s really sad you know.

It’s really sad that I feel I need to be in danger to see who cares.

To have it shown to my face who is really there for me and will stay by my side.

I sit here in this car wondering who I would call first if I got in an accident.

I feel guilty because the person I would call isn't my parents. Shouldn’t I alert them first, my family.

But then I think there are others who are important to me, and I need and want them to be at the hospital. Part of me wonders will they drop everything they're doing to come see me, come get me.

Am I that high on their priority list?