Family gathers all around, you see them, but they can't see you.
Tear stained cheeks and comforting hugs, go all around the room.
You scream just to be heard, but nobody seems to notice.
Black is the color that everyone is wearing, rain is coming down as fast as the tears on your mothers face.
You realize as they carry you out to a car, this is a funeral, This is your funeral.
You try to remember what happened, why you're not here anymore.
But it doesn't come to you, you're stuck inbetween this world, and the next.
"You're going back to where you came from, heaven. " your sweet mother  whispers and they lay your body 6 feet down.
Silently, you walk away. Knowing that never again, will you have the chance to see them.
"I'm goin back to where I came from" I say loud, walking away into what I would assume is "going back to where you're coming from"