Ok sorry about the other board but I messed up alot and had to fix it or I would feel weird, anywho, this poem isnt very good, so im sorry, its based on me missing my dog and me crashing my dirt bike without a helmet or any other kind of protection on, just my everyday clothes.

Here I'am,Face in the dirt,
no helmet, dirtbike on top of me,

a fresh liquid dripping down my face.
All I can think about is you,
Am I finally gonna see you again?
Or am I just gonna see a doctor?
Either way im getting a chance,
a though of how much it hurt when you died,
but that might just be the cut on my stomach.
Ohwell, I love you,
and im not gonna give up on seeing you again,
just like im not gonna give up on rideing my dirt bike.-Poem By: Kathleen Ruth Barats

The blood on my head was nothing more than a scratch from the thorn bush I landed in, I did not crack me head open, thankfully, my dad went and got me a new helmet so I have one when I ride.