Letter that will never be read.

Dear Ashley (a.k.a my missed, loving, big sister), 

Oh how the years go by, eleven years without you, somewhere way up high.

The Great and Almighty God had a plan, but I'm losing that faith I once had. 

I hold on to a piece of hope, that somehow I will be fine and cope.

They all say everything happens for a reason, I say there's no good enough meaning.

The pain I feel inside, it lingers every second, minute, hour that I cannot hide.

I can fool my friends, family, but I cannot fool myself.

For I know deep down, I will never be happy again because your not around.

I can try, and hold on a little longer that your still here.

I want to believe your my gaurdian angel in the night sky, looking down knowing its not goodbye.

But I fear I cannot hold on to that any longer, for I wish you were still here with me and you're not.

So all I can say, is I know this letter will never be read.

At least by the person whose tears I shed.