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...