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by Katy Nicholson Dec 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Can someone please turn on the light. The dark is so cold and black. The evil spirits are haunting me. I want my sister back. Death brings you to a better place. That's what they all have to say. But it is that of death. That took sister away. I wanted to meet her badly. But fate took the chance from me. And now she walks in Heaven. Where sister can be free. Someday I will visit her. To Heaven I will go. I wish to see sister. I love her, you know. Can someone please turn off the light. I am no longer afraid. 'Cause when I think of sister. I feel I can be brave.