Growing Pain And Sinking Hope

She was in heaven, while I was here..

I wish to see her now...

What I soon came to realize, is I wasn't going to go to heaven or hell anytime soon. The system refused to let me go.

Everytime I tried to move on I got repeated, forced flashbacks of my sister's death; till I was on my knees crying and pleading for it to stop. As the years flew by, the pain became routine, and routine became pain. I was to be left alone and numb inside. When I was feeling numb and feeling pitty for myself, people came and got their flashbacks before moving on....

I saw what they did...

All the pain...

All the sorrow...

Sometimes even the forced smiles before they died.

No one could see me though.

It was like I was invisible....

A ghostly being. I just wish I could leave this place, and see her again...